Riding my Father-in-Law

Adeline

"FVCK me, harder babe!" I gripped the edge tightly while Marky, my fiancé, pounded me from behind. Whenever we both have the night shift, we meet up in this bathroom. I groaned and moaned freely because there was absolutely no one around during these early morning hours.

But even if Marky thrusts as deep as he can, I can't really feel him. My boyfriend's size is just tiny, though he is good at eating my pu$$y but that's just about it. Just as small as his d1ck is, his tongue is equally short, so I don't really get that intense pleasure, the kind of pleasure that almost makes you die. I want to experience that. I want to be hardfucked by a big d1ck, but I just got unlucky with my boyfriend. I wanted to relieve our stress for the entire day, but Marky is the only one enjoying it-I'm definitely not! He just can't reach the sweet spot I want.

Suddenly, someone walked in. My eyes widened-this was a first for us. As an intern, I had already memorized the hours when the place was crowded and when it was empty, so I was genuinely shocked.

"Someone's here, babe," I whispered. But when I saw the man, my jaw dropped; he was incredibly handsome. Was he a patient? But patients weren't allowed in this bathroom, as they had their own. Was he a nurse or a doctor? I knew exactly who the duty doctor was at that hour. In fact, I knew all the staff, even the utility crew, and I had never seen this man here before.

Well, I don't give a damn who he is! He's just... incredibly hot!

He seemed like he didn't care about his surroundings at all. I knew he could hear my moans, but he didn't even bother to throw a glance our way. He walked into one of the stalls, stripped down, and started showering right in front of the shower head. Because the door was just glass and this was a men's restroom, I could clearly see his nakedness. I bit my lower lip when I saw how well-built his body was-his broad back tapering down to his waist, his firm, muscular ass showing he clearly hits the gym, and his hairy thighs. I suddenly grabbed my own breast and squeezed it. "

"More, babe! Ahhhh, please babe!" I was getting even more turned on by the hot stranger. I felt myself getting even wetter, and I couldn't help but play with my clit; while Marky was pounding me, I was imagining the stranger. It felt like he would be much better at pounding, and his d1ck...I wished he would turn around or at least turn sideways; it looked like his d1ck was huge.

"Ahh, Marky, ahhh so good, babe!" I moaned even louder.

He fucked me faster until every pull and thrust made a sound, and I rubbed my clit even faster too. I was completely lost in pleasure; I could feel myself getting close to squirting.

"Harder, ohhh! Harder, babe. Push your entire d1ck inside me, thrust it all the way in, babe, ahhh!"

"Fuck, Adel, lower your voice. We aren't the only ones here!" he muttered, but I couldn't stop myself because every time he thrust into me, I imagined that the stranger with his back to me was the one pounding me.

And when he suddenly turned around, my eyes nearly popped out of my head at how huge he was.

While his hair was slicked back by the shower's wet stream, he casually held his package, stroking the thick vein that ran down its extraordinary length. It was huge, dangerously long, and throbbing slightly in his grip. My breath hitched in my throat; seeing the actual size of his d1ck up close completely stalled my brain. His d1ck wasn't just big-it was massive, a perfect masterpiece that looked heavy enough to break me with pure pleasure.

"Oh god, yes..." I moaned louder, desperately wanting the man to look in my direction, but he didn't look at all-as if he were deaf or simply didn't care. Marky continued fucking me, but his fast, shallow thrusts were completely powerless against the exploding fantasy unfolding right in front of me. He was giving it his all, sweating and breathing heavily against my back, but I felt absolutely nothing there. In my mind, it wasn't Marky's small size sliding inside me-it was the thick, heavy shaft of the stranger pounding deep into my core, hitting the exact sweet spot I had been craving.

I arched my back even more, aggressively pushing my hips back against Marky just to make every stroke grind harder, while my fingers worked furiously against my clit. The scene of the stranger stroking his thick d1ck up and down while staring straight ahead sent a wave of intense heat straight to my thighs. I was soaking wet, overflowing, completely drowning in the intense lust and desire to experience a real hardfuck from a man with a body like that.

"Adel... I'm coming-I'm close!" Marky gasped, his grip tightening on my hips as his movements grew desperate.

He had absolutely no idea. He thought his fast, pathetic thrusts were the reason I was screaming, but my eyes were locked onto the glass door, watching the stranger as he began soaping his massive dick under the falling water. Every twitch of his shaft tightened my inside with intense anticipation. I wanted him to walk over here, push Marky away, claim me right here against the bathroom counter, and absolutely wreck me or leave me crippled. I wanted the kind of fuck that would leave me unable to stand!

"Ahhh! Yes, babe, right there! Push it all in!" I screamed out loudly, my voice echoing off the walls. I didn't care if the stranger heard me. In fact, I wanted him to look. I wanted him to see how badly his body was driving me insane.

My clit was throbbing from my fast rubbing, and with one last, massive imaginary thrust of the stranger's huge d1ck inside my mind, my body finally gave out. A violent shudder shot through my spine, and my walls clamped down tight as a hot, gushing wave of pleasure exploded from deep within me, leaving me trembling and gasping for air.

Oh God, I came just because of the man in front of me. Who on earth is he? He's so damn hot!

The man finished showering first. I watched him dry himself off slightly, put on his clothes, and walk out of the bathroom. He didn't throw a single glance or look our way at all, as if there was absolutely no one around him, or perhaps he just looked down on us too much to even notice.

Only after he left did we finally breathe a sigh of relief. We also rushed to fix ourselves because our shift was ending. I just washed my body, rinsed my face, and adjusted my uniform. We walked out of the bathroom as if absolutely nothing had happened.

Suddenly, the nurses who were sleeping in the quarters began waking up. Chaos erupted outside; the staff looked frantic as they organized charts and scrambled around doing all sorts of things.

"What's going on? Why does everyone seem so panicked?" I asked a fellow nurse.

"Adel, haven't you heard? The actual owner of the hospital arrived earlier!" the nurse replied while hurriedly touching up her makeup.

"Is that so?"

"Dr. Matthew Fraser. He just got in from London, and his visit here today was completely unannounced."

Before the name could even sink into my brain, Marky suddenly pulled me close by my waist. Excitement was written all over my boyfriend's face.

"Babe, come on! I'm taking you with me," Marky said enthusiastically, pulling me along. "I had no idea Dad was arriving from London today. He went straight to the hospital from the airport. Perfect timing-I'll introduce you to him as my fiancée."

I felt nervous, but I went along with him. As we walked toward the main office of the administration, a mix of anxiety and excitement churned in my chest. This was my chance to face the powerful owner of this prestigious private hospital-who also happened to be the father of the man I was going to marry.

When we reached the front of the office, Marky opened the door.

"Dad!" Marky called out.

A tall and incredibly handsome man slowly turned around from his swivel chair. He was holding a fountain pen, and his expensive suit only added to his overwhelming authority.

The moment our eyes met, my entire world shattered. I wanted the earth to swallow me alive from the sheer shock and intense shame that washed over me.

He was the stranger in the bathroom. And he was Marky's father!

Adeline

"Shameless scammer! I hope you rot in hell, you piece of trash!"

I slammed my iPhone onto the glass living room table, creating a loud crash that echoed throughout the house. I could feel the blood rushing straight to my face. I snatched my phone back up to curse out that worthless seller, but my blood boiled even hotter when I saw that my messages were no longer being delivered.

That bitch blocked me!

I looked down at the open parcel box resting on my lap, and I felt a sudden urge to smash everything in sight out of pure frustration. I had ordered a high-end, medical-grade silicone dildo-a full nine inches something to finally satisfy my fantasies. But what the hell actually arrived?! A pathetic 4.5-inch toy!

I let out a bitter laugh as I stared at the fake pink c0ck. I might as well put Marky's face on it. It was so tiny the same size and length as the little stub of the man I was supposed to marry! Why am I always so cursed when it comes to size?! It felt like destiny had scammed me twice. The exact dimensions I was trying to escape from Marky were the exact same dimensions this stupid online shop sent me!

"Ma'am Adel? Are you alright?"

I looked up slightly. Nanny Ising, my personal maid, approached me. Worry was written all over her face, probably because of how violently I had slammed my phone earlier.

I took a deep breath to steady my voice. Even though I was furious, I still needed to maintain my wealthy, elegant disposition as a beautiful woman and the future Mrs. Fraser. I reached into the box and pulled out the tiny dildo along with the high-end vibrator that came with it.

I handed them over to Nanny Ising without a shred of embarrassment. She was well aware of my luxuries, so she wasn't surprised that I had ordered something new online.

"Wash it thoroughly. Soap it down, and make sure there isn't a single trace of bacteria or dirt left. Sterilize it, too."

Nanny Ising's eyes widened. It was as if it were her first time seeing such things, and her hands visibly hesitated to take them from me.

I rolled my eyes and let out a sarcastic scoff.

"Duh? Don't play innocent with me, Nanny. Do you really think I don't know you've been getting fucked by our driver behind the staff quarters?"

Nanny Ising almost choked on her own spit upon hearing that. Her aging cheeks flushed a deep crimson from sheer embarrassment. Unable to say a word, she quickly turned around with my toys in hand and practically ran toward the kitchen to follow my orders.

Once she was out of sight, I slumped back onto the sofa. I closed my eyes, hoping my brain could find a bit of peace after the non-stop frustrations of the day.

But the moment my vision went dark, the image of Dr. Matthew Fraser completely consumed my mind. Every single detail of that early morning in the administration office came rushing back. I remembered how boldly I had extended my hand, wearing my sweetest, most seductive smile as I introduced myself as his son's fiancée.

And I remembered exactly how he rejected me. He didn't even bother to touch my hand, treating me as if I had some contagious disease.

"Damn it!"

I bolted upright from the couch, my chest burning with intense anger and annoyance. I felt utterly humiliated in front of Marky. His dad was such a snob! After that scene, he just left us inside the office and walked out without even saying a single word. He didn't even act like a doctor-he was incredibly rude and unprofessional!

In a fit of rage, I punched the pillow beside me. In my entire life, this was the first time a man had ever rejected me. I always get what I want. I was always the one being chased, and every single man I ever wanted always ended up falling at my feet.

But Matthew Fraser... he rejected me just like that. And what hurt the most, which I couldn't accept, was that the only man who had ever given me the most intense orgasm of my life just by his sheer presence, was the same man crushing my pride.

I am absolutely not letting this slide. If Dr. Fraser thought his cold reaction intimidated me, he was dead wrong. He only gave me more reason to want to ride him, no matter what it took.

I reached for my laptop, which sat at the edge of the glass table. I quickly opened the browser and aggressively typed his name into the search bar.

Dr. Matthew Fraser.

I rested my chin on my hand, waiting for the results to load. I expected his face to pop up in medical journals, hospital websites, or at least in news articles about the country's wealthiest businessmen. But to my utter shock, once the page refreshed...

No results found.

"What?"

I changed the keywords. I tried 'Dr. Matthew Fraser London, 'Fraser Hospital Owner biography', and everything else I could think of. But there was nothing. There wasn't a single trace of him on the internet. He literally owned a massive private hospital, so how was it that not even a fingernail of his was posted online? Even his basic biography or information on Google was a total blank. Not a single photo.

What kind of creature was he? Is he alien? Even the neighborhood garbage lady beat him out, and she had four active Insta.gram accounts! A billionaire doctor like him was like a ghost in the digital world. He was incredibly mysterious, and the complete lack of information only made my blood boil more. It only fueled my curiosity.

I slammed the laptop down onto the sofa. If he thought I'd get tired of figuring out who he was, he was mistaken.

"Nanay Ising!" I yelled, my voice echoing through the large living room.

My maid immediately rushed out of the kitchen, still looking a bit nervous from our earlier banter.

"Yes, Ma'am Adel?"

"Prepare Marky's favorite dish, please?" I ordered as I stood up, adjusting my posture elegantly.

"The most special recipe. Then, pack it neatly in a nice bowl."

"Right away, Ma'am."

While the maid was busy in the kitchen, I went upstairs to my room to shower and doll myself up. I wasn't about to let Dr. Fraser see me looking haggard or defeated after how he dismissed me yesterday. I soaked in a bath bomb scented with vanilla and roses, applied expensive body lotion that left a shimmering glow on my skin, and put on a simple but skin-tight silk dress that hugged every single one of my curves. I also dabbed perfume on my neck and between my breasts-a scent powerful enough to seduce any man who dared come near me.

It was exactly seven in the evening when I went back downstairs, and the food I ordered was ready. The bowl containing the freshly cooked dish was packed inside a paper bag. I grabbed my car keys and walked out to the garage.

"Ma'am Adel! Where are you going? Your Mommy said you have a family dinner at 7:30 PM?"

I was already by my car door when I glanced back slightly.

"Tell Mom I'm going to Marky's place and I'll be sleeping over. Tell them not to expect me for dinner."

"But Ma'am, your Mommy-"

I didn't wait to hear the rest of what the maid had to say. I hopped into the car, started the engine, and immediately sped out of our wide gates.

The drive didn't take long because I was speeding. A few moments later, I was parked in front of the gates of my boyfriend's mansion. This was only my third time coming here, but even now, I can't help but be amazed every time I behold the breathtaking Fraser estate.

To be fair, my family wasn't poor, but we weren't filthy rich either. My mom owned a gold jewelry business while my dad owned an auto repair shop; it's just that our house wasn't a mansion, so it wasn't even half the size and luxury of this estate. Marky was insanely wealthy-a true billionaire born into old money. That's why when he courted me back when I was still a student, I didn't think twice about saying yes. Who in their right mind would reject a man who could give you the life of a queen?

The only problem was that I never expected that the price of his billionaire status would be his tiny, worthless d1ck that couldn't even make me cum!

Adeline

I stopped my car right in front of the mansion's guardhouse. The entire perimeter was enclosed by towering concrete walls topped with razor-sharp wire, making it look like a royal fortress. High-definition CCTV cameras were mounted at every turn, constantly rotating and monitoring every single movement inside and outside the property. There were also security guards patrolling along the walls. The heavy security alone was enough to tell you that whoever lived inside wasn't just wealthy, they were incredibly powerful. A tall bodyguard approached my car window and knocked formally. I rolled down the glass.

"Good evening, Ma'am Adel," the guard greeted me, already familiar with my face since I had been here before.

I immediately flashed a sweet smile, making my voice sound soft and alluring.

"I'm here to drop off this food I cooked for Marky. It's a surprise for him because I know he's exhausted."

"Ah, is that so, Ma'am? Just a moment, let me call the main house," the guard replied before walking back to the guardhouse to use their intercom. How annoying, he could have just let me in, but he actually had to call it in!

I had no choice but to wait. I scanned the entire estate again from inside my car. The architecture was a perfect blend of modern design and European classicism. The walls were crafted from expensive white marble, and massive glass panels revealed the ultra-luxurious interior. The driveway leading to the main entrance alone was vast, easily capable of holding more than twenty luxury vehicles. It was surrounded by imported plants and featured a breathtaking fountain in the center, complete with a sculpted statue of one of their ancestors. Everywhere you looked, you could feel power. And I knew that power didn't come from Marky; it emanated entirely from his mysterious father, Dr. Matthew Fraser.

A moment later, the guard returned and saluted me.

"Ma'am Adel, you may proceed inside. Sir Marky said, You should head straight to the main living room."

"Thank you," I replied, gently stepping on the gas to drive my car into the Fraser estate.

As I made my way down the long driveway, my heart began to race. It wasn't because of any excitement about seeing my fiancé. Truth be told, I couldn't care less where Marky was inside this house. The only thing running through my mind as I gripped the steering wheel was the hope of running into his father.

I wanted to see how that snobbish doctor would react when he realized that the girl he dismissed in his office was now inside his house, planning to sleep under the same roof as him.

A smirk crept onto my face at the thought.

I parked my car in front of the grand mansion doors. A maid immediately opened my car door and took the paper bag I was carrying. I stepped out, lifted my chin high, and walked into the mansion like a queen ready to conquer her new kingdom.

"Let's play a game, Dr. Fraser!" I thought to myself as I felt the familiar heat of desire stir inside me once again.

I stepped into the grand foyer of the mansion, my eyes darting around as I searched for the sole reason I had rushed over here.

One of the family's personal bodyguards greeted me.

"Ma'am Adel, I'm so sorry. We just received a call from Sir Marky's office. An urgent matter came up, so he might be home quite late tonight."

"Oh, is that so? It's fine," I replied, forcing a wave of disappointment into my voice.

But the truth is, I already knew Marky wasn't here. He had called me earlier, but I just acted clueless and put on a little show of being excited about my surprise. Why would I be sad? I didn't push my car to nearly a hundred kilometers per hour for him anyway. I was here for his father, my incredibly handsome, rugged, and completely hot future daddy-in-law, aww!

I walked toward the expansive glass wall facing the backyard, where the infinity pool was located. And right there, my heart felt like it skipped a beat. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly going dry at the sight before me.

There you are, Daddy! Dr. Matthew Fraser!

He was pacing beside the swimming pool with a phone pressed to his ear, while the other hand was holding a whiskey, his face dead serious as he spoke to whoever was on the line. But what set my dormant desires ablaze was the fact that he was completely shirtless! He was only wearing board shorts, but his aura was overpowering. My panties were practically ready to drop right then and there!

His broad chest was dusted with a light, seductive trail of hair that traveled down toward his perfect six-pack abs. His muscular arms flexed with his every move as he spoke. He was the literal definition of a perfect man, powerful, wealthy, and absolutely dripping with raw sex appeal. I wished he were my boyfriend instead; he looked like he'd be a total beast in bed!

I bit my lower lip as my mischievous side took over. A bold, thrilling idea suddenly popped into my head. If he ignores me in his office, let's see if he can resist me now.

I deliberately walked out onto the pool deck, pretending to be utterly absorbed in my phone as I slowly paced along the edge of the deep end. Once I was sure the distance was right and that I was squarely in his peripheral vision, I purposefully let my foot slip over the edge of the tiles.

"Ahhh!" I let out a loud, dramatic shriek as I lost my balance.

Splash!

I plunged straight into the freezing pool water, letting myself sink while pretending to drown, throwing my hands up in the air. I was dying to feel his iron grip wrap around me to save me. The cold water instantly engulfed my entire body, soaking my skin-tight silk dress and my long hair. I let myself sink a bit more while keeping both hands raised in the air. A look of fake terror took over my face as I thrashed around in the water, creating massive splashes to guarantee I caught the full attention of the only man I desperately wanted to claim me.

From under the water, I forced my eyes open. I saw the silhouette of a tall, muscular frame quickly tossing his phone onto a sun lounger and diving into the pool without a second thought.

Gotcha, daddy!

I felt the water erupt before a pair of solid, muscular arms wrapped securely around me. He hooked his hands under my armpits and violently hauled me upward. His broad, hairy chest pressed directly against my back as he swiftly guided me toward the edge of the pool deck. The heat of his skin felt like it melted away the icy cold of the water surrounding us. I almost gasped from the intense rush of electricity that shot through my entire body, but I forced myself to hold it in. I had to commit to this performance.

He quickly pulled me out of the water and carefully, yet urgently, laid me down on the hard tiles of the pool deck. I shut my eyes tight, letting my body go completely limp and lifeless. I regulated my breathing to look entirely unconscious, even though my heart was thumping wildly from pure anticipation.

"Hey! Can you hear me?" Dr. Matthew Fraser's deep, commanding baritone echoed above me. I felt his two fingers press firmly against my neck to check my pulse. I knew exactly what his next move would be the moment I felt him align his knees right beside my body.

And I wasn't wrong. I felt the weight of his large palms press down right in the middle of my chest. He started chest compressions. With every heavy thrust of his hands against my chest, I could feel the raw power vibrating from his muscular arms. I forced my face to remain completely blank, even though, internally, I wanted to groan from pleasure at the sheer sensation of his touch.

Noticing that I still wasn't reacting, he stopped pumping. I felt him gently tilt my chin up and pinch my nose shut.

And then, the moment I had been waiting for finally happened. His lips locked onto mine to give me artificial respiration.

Oh my god! My mind screamed in absolute ecstasy. His lips were so incredibly soft! Even though he was just breathing air into me for CPR, the warmth and the taste of his mouth were enough to make me completely soak my panties. I still forced myself to stay limp, pretending to be unconscious through his first round of touch. I let him go back to pumping my chest, waiting for his lips to press against mine for the second time.

I couldn't hold back the restraint any longer. On the final second, his hot, wet lips sealed over mine to blow air into my lungs, I parted my mouth open. Before he could even pull away, I boldly wrapped my tongue around his, my hands gripping his muscular arms tightly, pulling him down flush against me.

I felt Dr. Fraser's entire body freeze instantly in pure shock. His eyes widened as his tongue became trapped in my seductive, aggressive kiss. But my victory didn't last long. He roughly and violently shoved me away, forcing my hands to rip off his arms.

"What the hell are you doing, kiddo?!" Matthew snarled, absolutely furious. He stood up immediately, his broad chest rising and falling heavily as he panted for air. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, his sharp, piercing eyes glaring down at me in a mix of rage and sheer disbelief at my audacity.

I slowly sat up on the wet tiles, my confidence not taking even the slightest hit from being shoved away. I brushed the wet hair away from my face and looked up at him. A sweet, seductive, and teasing smile spread across my lips as I slowly bit my bottom lip, completely challenging his formal demeanor.

"Saving myself, Dr. Fraser. Because I was absolutely drowning in you," I said flirtatiously, staring straight into his smoldering eyes.

He suddenly stood up fully and ran a hand through his hair. His jaw clenched, completely unable to believe what I had just done. But I just giggled. At least I got a taste of his lips!