DADDY GETS ME HOT IN THE SAUNA


    The sign is hastily written, stuck to the door with a single slip of masking tape. I have to pull it down to read it since it’s curling from the tremendous heat in the hallway.


    “I can’t believe they didn’t tell us the women’s sauna was closed!” I rece the sign on the door and hug my arms over the towel covering my chest, suddenly feeling exceptionally self-conscious.


    My stepfather chuckles.


    “Daddy, it’s not funny.”


    He puts his hairy palms up defensively. “I’m sorry, I just find it funny when you get all up in a huff about these kinds of things.” My shoulders slink. “I just… the sauna’s my favorite part after a workout. I like sweating it all out.” I tug on the towel circling my body, ensuring it’s still snug enough to keep me coveredpletely. Daddy tugs at his own towel in response, but his is more rough, as if it were annoying him how he needed to cover himself up.


    I look around the hallway, peering around each corner. “Why is there no


    one ever around in this ce. It’s like a ghost town. I can’t even find a worker toin to.”


    Daddy shrugs. “I just don’t think this gym is going tost very long. I


    swear they only have a couple people on staff at any time, and it’s almost like we’re the only one’s ever here.”


    I sigh, then growl, disappointed I’m going to have to head straight to the showers. The thought of missing out on the pore-cleansing wonders of hot steam has me wanting to curl up in a ball and cry. I know, an overreaction,


    but I really like it. It’s like a reset on the day, all the stress I’d been working out in the gym finally gets to melt away from my body. I’m not new-age about this stuff, but it feels probably as good as meditation for most people.


    I think Daddy notices how ufortable I feel, how I simply stand at


    the door, looking longingly at what could have been if this ce was up to code, or they had the money to keep everything up and running at the same time.


    “You know what I think they’d say,” Daddy says, his hand sliding to my shoulder. I jolt from his touch, the soft caress stirring something deep in my stomach, akin to the rxation I’d get if I were steaming right now.


    “What’s that, Daddy?”


    “If someone was here…” he shouts, looking around as if calling to a phantom employee, “… they’d probably just tell you to use the men’s sauna.


    It’s up and running right around the corner.”


    I bite my lip. “Are you sure, Daddy? I don’t want to get in trouble for something like that.”


    Daddyughs out loud, a gut-bursting guffaw that makes me


    embarrassed. “Babygirl, get in trouble how? What, are they going to kick you


    out of the gym, their folding, nearly dpidated business still standing only so they can run out the term of their lease?”


    I shake my head, rolling my eyes yfully. It must be so nice to be a man and be so confident you can get away with anything.


    “I guarantee you, they’ll say nothing, if they even notice you in there.


    There’s no other men around, and we haven’t seen an employee in the past thirty minutes. They’re probably cooking bowls in the alleyway.”


    I chuckle. “Cooking bowls, Daddy? Geez, you’re old.”


    He taps his head. “Yeah, old enough to know that most rules in this world can be broken with few consequences.”


    I blush, but I love how Daddy talks like that. It’s so masculine, so domineering, like nothing in this world could hold him down. All it takes is that form of arrogance to make it seem no problem at all to do something so forbidden.


    And even then, I could just y coy if we’re discovered and me it all on Daddy anyway!


    “Okay, fine, let’s do this. I really don’t want to miss my sauna time.”


    “All right, baby,” he says, taking me by my bare shoulders, e on.”


    He pretends to snoop through the hallway, as if trying to avoid detection from


    all the security guards and cameras teeming to protect this multi-billion dor facility.


    I’m embarrassed by hisme attempts at humor, but after realizing no


    one’s around to see it, I y along, sneaking and creeping along the walls,


    my


    hands up in the air like I’m holding a pistol.


    Luckily, I don’t have to fire a single shot as we open the door to the men’s sauna.


    “Here,” Daddy says, “I brought this to make you feel better.” He takes the sign that was on the women’s sauna and sticks it to this door, telling anyone else that this room is under maintenance.


    “Oh, Daddy, you’re so bad!” I bite my lip, exhrated by the deception.


    I’m not even a part of it, really, but it feels good to be a bad girl, or at least associated with a bad boy.


    He shrugs, smirking, following me into the steam of the sauna and closing the door behind us.


    The steam is thick in the room, the heat oppressive. It’s like all the steam that would’ve been in the women’s room if it were functional found its way here. I arch my back, breathing in the vapor, letting it rx me as I let my muscles go loose, taking in the feeling I love so much.


    It’s the perfect scene of rxation. It almost clears the mind as well, seemingly scrubbing away any worries or thoughts of the outside world for the thirty minutes I’m here.


    “Babygirl,” Daddy says, taking his ce on the wooden bench, e on, sit down.”


    I nod, walking over to him and taking my ce not a few feet away from Daddy.


    “You’re so far,” he says, yfully stretching for me as if he can’t quite reach me.


    “Quit it!” I titter, swatting his hand lightly. “I just need my space to sweat, Daddy. I don’t want you getting yours on me either. I think that’d defeat the purpose of clearing my pours if I’m clogging them with your stink.”


    “Ooh, that’s cruel, Babygirl.” He settles into his seat, content to let his


    little girl be by herself. He stretches his legs out, taking his manly space, and I lean my head back against the tiled wall, sucking in my daily vacation away


    from life.


    It’s quiet, super quiet, the only sound in the room the constant jets of steam escaping into the air.


    And it only gets quieter when Daddy shuffles, and grabbing the edge of his towel’s wrapping, he pulls it apart.


    I nce over at him only to dart my eyes back in front of me, shocked at what I witness.


    Daddy’s towel is on the bench around him, and his cock isying on his


    thigh! That’s not even the most shocking part: it’s that his dick is so big! It’sid, looselyying there, but I can tell even from my nce just how thick he is, and how thick he’d be if he were hard.


    I swallow, not saying anything, my eyes glued to the misty far wall. Did he really just do that? This can’t be happening. It’s so weird. But even in weirdness, there’s a part of me incredibly curious to see what Daddy’s carrying on him. My nce was brief, and I really didn’t get the chance to appreciate…


    Jesus, appreciate? That’s my stepfather. My Daddy. What the hell am I thinking?


    But rational thought can’t control the urges I have in me, intrusive thoughts that want me to investigate further. My rational mind wants me to look forward, but my eyes have this pull on them drawing me to Daddy’s side.


    Eventually, the urges win, and sneakily, I slowly turn my eyes to their corners, examining Daddy’s big man meat. I swallow, my throat dry from an intense fluttery feeling in my stomach.


    His cock is so thick, and the foreskin, the veins, the color, this hue slightly darker than Daddy’s tone-probably darkened by the thinness of the skin on his shaft-is all awe inspiring.


    I keep turning my eyes back to the wall, but they find their way back to Daddy’s cock after only a few seconds, until I can do nothing but stare at his dick, absolutely fascinated by it. I can feel my stomach churn, and a tiny bit of pleasure well up inside me as I imagine what Daddy’s dick could do to me.


    It could fill my mouth, fill my pussy, empty inside me, make my cunt beg for more…


    I jerk when Daddy speaks. “Take a picture, it’llst longer.”


    My face turns crimson as I dart my eyes away. “S-s-sorry, Daddy.” “Don’t be sorry. I didn’t really think about it until now, but I usually like to get naked in the sauna.”


    “Why?” I look around as if other people could see what I could see. But we’re alone.


    He chuckles. “I’m an old man, Babygirl. Daddy’s not embarrassed by his


    body, and he sure as hell doesn’t care what anyone else might think about it. I do it because it’s freeing. To be naked in public.”


    “I just-didn’t imagine you’d do that.”


    “Hey,” he whispers, “you like this for rxation, right? Well, being naked is rxing. You should try it.”


    I scoff. “Daddy, I’m not going to get naked in here!”


    He shrugs. “Fine, if you want to be the weird one in the room.” I shake my head, smirking at Daddy’s oddly calming joke. It’s silent for a little bit, but I eventually do feel kind of weird.


    Not because I’m not naked, but because Daddy’s so rxed in his state,


    and it feels weird to bring those reservations into the sauna. I always saw this space as a safe spot, a ce where I could leave the bothers of the outside world at the door.


    It actually bothers me more that I’m so caught up in being nude. I


    shouldn’t be, right? I should be able to express myself here and find my inner piece.


    I nod to myself, hesitating for a second as I ovee my fears, and unroll my towel, exposing myrge breasts and pussy to the hot steam. I feel two things at once: relief at my freedom, and excitement, as if I just got naked in public. Even though no one else is here.


    No one but Daddy.


    “There you go, Babygirl,” he says, his eyes perusing me from the side. I blush, Daddy’s gaze on my body enticing. I nce at his cock, returning the admiration in kind.


    I settle for a little while, enjoying just how much I like being naked. I imagine what my tits must look like, pushed out as I lean against the back


    wall, my legs slowly spreading open to an invisible crowd. I feel free, and for


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    My legs widen to the point where my small, lower lips open up, showing the tiniest fragment of pink flesh. A heat much different than the sauna’s flows through me, and I feel my tits, stomach, and mound sink to the pressure of eroticism.


    And my thoughts go to Daddy, whose eyes never leave me, whose eyes


    lock with mine, wordlessly conveying something to me. The way they’re halfclosed, beckoning to me, imploring me to do something. We stare into the colors of each other’s eyes, my blue to his brown, and it’s like I can feel this maic energy.


    I don’t know what it is. It feels like primal desire, a call to action


    between us. But it feels more like it’sing from Daddy! It’s his aura, heavy and dominant, pulling me toward him. Even though my body is aching to be filled, it’s Daddy’s sheer energy that maniptes my actions.


    And Daddy’s hand helping me along!


    He doesn’t touch me, no. Daddy’s hand goes to his cock, and as his eyes keep their gaze on me, his hand begins to stroke his cock.


    Oh my god, Daddy! You pervert!


    But I’m a pervert as well, because my attention won’t leave his cock as it grows in every dimension. The more he beats it, the longer and fatter it gets,


    until Daddy sessfully brings himself to full mast. His dick is just as big as


    I imagined it would be when it was soft, and when it throbs in his hand, my heart thrums along with it.


    And as his dick stares me dead, that animal maism from before is incessant, speeding my heart up as I contemte exactly what I want to do. The urges in me spread through my brain like a virus, and finally, Daddy’s dick haspletely infested my mind.


    I reach out toward Daddy slowly, and as I get close to him, he lets go of his cock, letting me rece his hand with my own.


    “There you go, Babygirl. Hold Daddy right there,” he says, licking his lips.