Bathhouse Voyeur

The steam wrapped around Cassia like a lover's embrace. She had chosen a corner near the steam vents, where the mineral-rich water bubbled up warm from the geothermal spring below. Her olive skin flushed immediately, and the heat already began to loosen her tight muscles. She unwrapped her towel and slipped into the pool, sighing as the water rose up to her neck.

Cassia's blonde hair floated around her shoulders. She leaned back, letting her eyes drift half-closed.

But...

Cassia was not alone.

Across the pool, barely visible through the steam, two figures moved together near the shallows. Cassia's breath caught as she recognized them, an alpha and a soft-looking beta with copper skin and helpless, worshipful eyes. The beta knelt on a submerged bench, her back arched, her ample breasts pressed against wet tiles as the alpha took her from behind.

Cassia should look away. She knew she should.

But her body had other ideas.

Her Unus cock stirred against her thigh, thickening slowly, rising from the water like a marble column. Between her legs, her pussy kindled, her inner lips swelling and parting as her arousal grew. She watched, mesmerized, as the alpha fucked the beta with deep, possessive strokes, each thrust pulling a muffled cry from the weaker futa's lips.

When the alpha gripped the beta's hips and pulled her upright, copping a feel of her chest, the beta's head fell back against her shoulder, mouth open in wordless pleasure.

Cassia's hand slowly drifted beneath the water. She found her cock first, holding it, stroking it softly, then firmer. Lower, Cassia's fingers parted her primed folds as she watched the alpha's hand slide down the beta's stomach toward her sex. The beta shuddered, thighs spreading wider, and Cassia's breathing became faster.

She fucked her own fist, matching the distant slap of flesh against flesh. Her other hand palming her clit as she delved into her very soul. She imagined, briefly and shamefully, what it would feel like to be that beta, to have **** but to surrender, to obey, to love every second of it.

The thought made her gasp.

She bit her lip hard.

When the alpha finally groaned, burying herself deep, Cassia felt her own climax tower, tight and hot and inevitable. She rode it out in stifled silence, her body trembling, her cock twitching in her grip as she spilled her seed into the warm water.

The steam swallowed her one small, **** moan.

When she opened her eyes again, the two had moved on.

Cassia washed herself quickly and left without looking back.