サウナの清算

The heavy cedar door clicked shut behind me, trapping me in the thick, wet heat with the one woman I swore I’d never want again. Elena Voss—sharp-tongued divorce lawyer, my ex from law school, and the only person who could make my cock twitch with nothing but a raised eyebrow. Steam curled around her naked body on the top bench, water glistening on her full tits and the trimmed strip of dark hair above her pussy. My towel suddenly felt too small.

“Marcus,” she said, voice low and smoky, not even pretending to be surprised. “Of all the saunas in the city.”

I dropped my towel. My dick was already half-hard, thick and heavy between my thighs. “Heard you were handling the Patel merger. Figured you’d be here sweating out the stress. Didn’t expect you bare-ass naked.”

Elena’s green eyes dropped straight to my cock, and she licked her bottom lip. “Still cocky as ever. And still packing that fat dick I used to ride every night.” She spread her thighs a little wider on the wooden bench, letting me see how her pussy lips were already shiny and swollen. “You here to negotiate, counselor? Or just to fuck?”

The explicit words hit me like a slap. I stepped closer, the heat making sweat roll down my chest. “Both. You still owe me for that last deposition you fucked me on. Literally.”

She laughed, husky and filthy, then reached out and wrapped her manicured fingers around my thickening shaft. “Then come collect, big boy.” Her grip tightened, stroking me root to tip while her thumb smeared the bead of precum over my cockhead. I groaned, hips jerking forward.

I climbed onto the bench, pushing her back against the hot wood. My mouth crashed into hers—tongues sliding, teeth nipping. She tasted like the gin she always drank after court. My hand slid between her slick thighs and two fingers plunged straight into her dripping cunt.

“Fuck, Marcus,” she gasped against my lips. “Your fingers are still so thick… stretch me just right.”

「もうびしょ濡れじゃないか、この淫乱め。私の名前を予定表で見てから、ずっと俺のチンポを考えてたのか？」私は指を曲げ、彼女の内側のざらついた部分をこすり、彼女の腰が跳ね上がり、愛液が私の手のひらを覆うまで続けた。

「そう——くそ——そうよ。毎晩よ」エレナは頭をのけぞらせ、喉をさらけ出した。私は彼女の首の汗を舐め取りながら、指をより速く動かして彼女を犯し続けた。湿った水音が蒸し暑い部屋に響き渡る。私の手の動きに合わせて彼女の胸が揺れた。私は硬くなった乳首を口に含み、彼女が叫び声を上げるくらいに軽く噛んだ。

She came hard and sudden, pussy clamping around my fingers, a hot gush of girl-cum spilling over my wrist. “Oh god, I’m cumming—fuck!”

Before she could catch her breath I pulled my fingers free, grabbed her hips, and flipped her onto all fours on the wide bench. Her juicy ass was right there, cheeks spread, tight pink asshole winking above her dripping slit. I didn’t wait. I lined up my rock-hard cock and slammed balls-deep into her pussy in one brutal stroke.

“Jesus—your cock is splitting me open!” Elena moaned, pushing back to take every inch. The sauna heat made our skin slippery, bodies slapping loud and wet. I gripped her hips and pounded her, watching her ass ripple with every deep thrust.

“Take it, Elena. Take this dick like you used to.” I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles. She was shaking, whimpering, her inner walls fluttering around me.

“Harder, you bastard—fuck me like you hate me.” Her voice cracked on the last word as I gave her exactly what she begged for, slamming into her so hard the bench creaked.

I felt her second orgasm building. I pulled out, spun her around, and sat down on the lower bench, dragging her onto my lap. She sank onto my cock again, this time facing me, tits mashed against my chest. We moved together—fast, desperate, her nails digging into my shoulders.

“Gonna cum inside you,” I growled against her ear. “Fill that lawyer pussy until it’s leaking down your thighs.”

“Do it—cum in me, Marcus. I want to feel it.” Elena rode me faster, grinding her clit against my pubic bone. Her breath hitched, eyes rolling back. “I’m cumming again—fuck, I’m cumming on your cock!”

Her pussy spasmed wildly, milking me. I roared and erupted, pumping thick ropes of hot cum deep into her clenching cunt. We kept rocking through it, drawing out every last shudder until we were both panting, sweaty, and spent.

After a long minute she kissed me slow and deep, then whispered against my mouth, “Motion granted, counselor. But next time we settle this in my office. With the door locked.”

I grinned, still buried inside her twitching heat. “Objection. The sauna has better acoustics when you scream my name.”

Elena laughed, low and filthy, and rolled her hips once more. “Then I guess we’ll need another round before we hit the showers.”