Steam and Fingers

The steam in the bathhouse was thick, wet, wrapping around my skin like it wanted to melt us into one. I sat on the wide wooden bench, wrapped in nothing but a thin towel, trying to keep a professional look on my face. In front of me stood my model—a tall, muscular guy around thirty-five named Mark. His body glistened with sweat, droplets slowly tracing down the carved lines of his chest, his abs, lower... I swallowed hard. The heat was already pooling low in my belly, and the session had barely started.

"Don't move," I whispered, dipping my brush in water. But my voice betrayed me—hoarse, trembling.

Mark smirked at the corner of his mouth, his dark eyes sliding over my face, lingering on my parted lips.

"And if I don't want to?" he asked, low, almost a growl.

I reached out, pretending to adjust the towel at his hip. My fingers brushed against hot, slick skin. Accidental. Or not. An electric jolt shot through me down to my toes. He didn't pull back. Instead, he leaned in slightly, and my palm landed right on his hard, already thickening cock.

"Oh..." Mark breathed out, not breaking eye contact. "You did that on purpose, artist?"

"Maybe I did," I shot back, feeling my nipples tighten instantly under the thin fabric. My fingers closed around his thick shaft on their own, stroking upward slowly, tracing every throbbing vein. He was hot, heavy, velvet-smooth. "You can see how I've been looking at you all night."

"I see. And I like it." His hand slid under my towel without hesitation, finding the wet slit between my legs right away. "Fuck, you're already so soaked..."

I let out a soft moan as his rough fingers spread my folds and pushed inside—two at once, deep and confident. The bathhouse filled with the wet sound of him working me. I gripped his cock harder, jerking him faster, my thumb rubbing over the slick head glistening with pre-cum.

"Fuck me with your fingers... harder," I breathed against his lips.

Mark growled, pressing me back against the warm wooden planks. The towel fell away. His mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking greedily, biting softly, while his fingers pounded into my pussy faster and faster. I writhed, legs spread wide, sweat and my own juices running down my thighs. The smell of steam, cedar, and raw arousal swirled in my head.

"I want all of you," he snarled, adding a third finger. My cunt stretched around him, gripping him hungrily, my clit pulsing under his thumb. "Come on my hand, artist. Do it."

I couldn't hold back. The orgasm hit me hard—my body arched, I cried out, squeezing his cock so tight he hissed with pleasure. Hot wetness gushed over his palm, dripping down his wrist. But this was only the beginning.

Mark didn't give me a second to catch my breath. He spun me around, bent me over the bench, face down. I felt his thick cock press against my soaked, still-quivering slit.

"You want me to fuck you?" he asked, dragging the head along my swollen lips.

"Yes... fuck me. Deep. Right now," I gasped, pushing back against him.

He slammed in with one powerful thrust—all the way to the hilt. I cried out at the fullness. His balls slapped against my wet pussy as he pounded me hard, gripping my hips. Steam wrapped around us, sweat dripping from his chest onto my back. I reached back, feeling his tight ass, the muscles clenching with every stroke.

"Your pussy feels so fucking good..." he groaned. "Touch yourself. Rub your clit while I fuck you."

I obeyed, sliding my hand between my legs, rubbing the swollen nub fast. The second orgasm twisted through me even harder. I clenched around his cock, screaming his name. Mark roared, pulled out, spun me to face him, and came—thick, hot ropes of cum splashing across my tits, my stomach, my lips. I licked up what I could reach, staring into his eyes.

We stood there breathing hard, our slick bodies pressed together. His fingers slid down again, stroking my sensitive, freshly-fucked pussy gently.

"That was the best session of my life," Mark said, voice rough, kissing the corner of my mouth.

"Then next time... no brushes, no paint," I replied, smiling, running my palm along his still-hard cock.