RUSSELL WOOD
I make my way back downstairs to wait for her to dress up. I began pacing around, my heart pounding through my chest. I should be feeling cold from the current storm, but instead I am hot. Maybe I shouldn't have seen her all soaked and wet like that, maybe I shouldn't have seen her entire figure through the wet clothes gummed to her skin.
I bite my knuckles hard in frustration.
Liya has always been like a child to me since the time her mother, Amelia Andrews, worked with me as a maid. My late wife made a good friend out of Amelia, and they got along really well. The death of my wife really shook Amelia, but she'd still come around to work and take care of my son. She practically raised him, and the first time she brought her daughter to the house was when Liya was fifteen years old. That was the first time I saw her. Nicholas, my son, was fifteen years old as well, and when Amelia saw that he was old enough to fend for himself, Amelia finally retired.
Liya came to the house again when she was twenty years old, and ooooh my god! She was fully ripe, so ripe that I could feel my c**k harden just by looking at her. I had f****d so many women after my wife's death, and my c**k never hardened just by looking at a woman. BUT she was dating my son.
I had to rid my mind of every s****l fantasies towards Liya, and then they got married two years ago, this means I'll have to see her almost every day. I had to get away for two whole years, pretending to be on a business trip. Maybe being far away will bring me back to my senses. Getting back now, thinking I am free of all s****l fantasies, and the first person I see is her, soaked from the rain, her clothes sticking to her curvy body, my eyes couldn't help but scan through her perfectly curved body. I hate this.
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LIYA
I clench my legs together, I can feel my wetness greasing through my thighs.
I get horny whenever it rains, the cold throbs through my skin, and makes me uncontrollably horny. f**k! Why am I just remembering this? That, coupled with seeing Russell after so long, my body just cannot help it.
Fuck it.
I throw my wet self onto the bed, spreading my legs apart as I slide my right hand down to my wet entrance, copping my left breast with my free hand.
I brush my fingers through my p***y, feeling the wetness. I squeeze my tit harder, arching my back, as I rub my c**t with my middle finger, I focus more on it, as it's a sensitive part for me. “Oh f**k” I shiver as I move to my entrance, throbbing back and forth, from entrance to c**t, then back to entrance.
I push my middle finger into my entrance, thrusting in and out, in and out. Slowly.
“Hmm…yes Russell Daddy,” I moan out unintentionally, but it feels good. Just the imagination of him thrusting his large c**k into my wet entrance makes me quiver.
“Hmm…yes," I increase my pace, and begin to thrust faster. “f**k yes… give it to me Daddy,” I scream, my back arching in pleasure, I keep at it. I increase my pace, and for some reason, I see myself approaching my climax. This is new, I can't make myself c*m, I just please myself for a short while, and move on. I've not been able to satisfy my high libido, and my husband… Nic cannot help with that either.
I am f*****g myself—with my finger, like a wild animal, about to reach my climax—shivering uncontrollably, only from the imagination of Russell ruining me with his large c**k.
“Yessss…. Right there Russell!”
Door barges open…
“Russell?”, I immediately stop what I am doing, and jump to my feet. I clench my legs together in embarrassment, coping my breasts with both of my hands. I am still naked. Still horny—f**k! I was almost there. Too horny to think about how to get out of this.
Fuck! Why does he have to be half naked? Why can I see his rock hard d**k through the towel wrapped around his waist? Why is this happening today of all days?
“I'm sorry…” he stutters, “I heard my name…um…as you were…” he says, gesturing his hand to the bed. He knows what I was doing?
Fucccccckkkkkkk!
Fuck. f**k. f**k. f**k!
My father-in-law just walked in on me pleasuring myself with his NAME.