My Father-in-laws Bitch: JAVED’S STORY

JAVED’S STORY:

Working with my Father-in-law has been a roller coaster ride. The ups and downs
and the excitement I face everyday in the last two years have been incomparable
. . . and unpredictable. My father-in-law Murtaza Rehman, an ex-army man is a
renowned man in Karachi. He has political connections, is considered tough and
shrewd and runs an array of very successful businesses. No one if he can help
it would ever like to get on his wrong side. At 6’2″, broad shouldered and
exceptionally handsome in a macho sort of a way, he is very intimidating too.
He has a thick moustache and short cropped hair. A little bit of a paunch. And
a deep authoritative voice.

In the last two years I have been his faithful bitch.

How it started:
I was visiting home in Karachi after studying business management in an Ivy
League college in the US. In Pakistan marriages are arranged by the families.
One does not marry the girl one has fallen in love with, unless you belong to
the highly westernized families. When I returned home with a US degree under my
belt I was considered an excellent catch. My parents received countless
alliances, but they were thrilled to bits to be approached by the Rehman
family.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to marry just yet. Life in the US was going
beautifully. I was a sportsman — played tennis for my college, I was
considered handsome and was quite sought after by girls and boys alike. I had
explored with both the sexes, but realized soon enough that I was happier
fucking a guy than a girl.

I had grown up like most boys in the fairly oppressive Islamic societies,
getting fucked by my elder brother and cousins. Though they had all graduated
to screwing women, I continued to prefer the male body.

Anyway getting back to my visit home — my family was insistent that I get
married that summer. The Rehman girl was a great alliance, she was well
educated, managed her own travel agency and she was beautiful. Since I was
educated abroad I would get a large dowry besides Papa-Rehman would set up some
business or the other for me. It was too good to be true from my family’s
point of view.

The two families met. I `saw’ the girl, Zubeida. I was barely allowed to
exchange more that a few words with her, and before I knew it, the marriage was
finalised. Yes she seemed nice, beautiful in fact, but what took my breath away
was the sight of her brother Amir and her father Murtaza. The younger son
Salim, seemed a bit of a wimp. He always seemed nervous, waiting for his hunk
of an elder brother to tell him what to do.

The male members of the families had to meet again to discuss the modalities
of the marriage. The Rehmans invited the members of my family to the Marriott.
I met the Rehmans – the father and son – at the bar and we waited for my family
- my dad, my uncle and my brother – to arrive. I had a couple of whiskies and
soda by the time we were all making our way to the suite the Rehmans had
booked. As the elevator filled up I found myself sandwiched between the father
and son. I was sure this was not unintentional. Amir had gently pushed me
against his father, so I was with my butt against Daddy’s crotch, while the
son stood facing me with his crotch against mine. Even before the elevator
doors had shut I felt what I was sure was Dad-in-law’s erection against my
butt. I was getting a boner too. If there was any doubt about Daddy’s
intentions, it was soon dispelled. Daddy’s hand slipped in from behind and
began to play with my erect nipple. The elevator shutters opened at the
floor we were getting off. The fingers that were gently rubbing my nip pinched
it hard and I nearly screamed. We were at the back of the elevator and the last
to leave. Amir was already leading my folks to the suite. Dad pinched my butt
and pushed me hard as we were stepping out. As the elevator door shut behind us
I tripped and fell.
“Oh I am sorry, are you hurt?” said Murtaza most sweetly as he helped me to
my feet.

Did I imagine Murtaza’s erection and his play with my nipple? Perhaps. I was
quite drunk and had probably fantacising. But I was soon to learn that I had
not been imagining.

MURTAZA REHMAN’S STORY:

Life in the Pakistani Army was tough. But it came with a lots of goodies — in
the form of young men under your command. I was considered a nasty piece of
work and I really enjoyed abusing some of the cuter men in the brigade. I think
they enjoyed serving me too. When I retired I set up a few businesses which did
fabulously. My wife had gotten used to getting fucked by my dad and my brothers
while I was in the army, which I didn’t mind at all.
I had three kids. I loved my older boy, Amir and my daughter, Zubeida. My
younger son, Salim, who had all the makings of a pansy, I simply ignored. He
was completely under Amir control.

My girl helped me in getting some major business deals through when I was
starting out. I’d bid for some really big contracts with the army. The admiral
in charge, Sayeed, loved fucking little girls and at 12, my daughter Zubeida,
made sure he was kept happy.
On Sundays I would visit my client, Sayeed, with my daughter. Sayeed was this
burly man, usually sitting with his shirt buttons open, displaying his hairy
chest and massive tits.
On my first meeting I encouraged Zubeida to say hello to him by going and
sitting on his lap.
“Go and say hello to Uncle Sayeed” I said pushing her towards Sayeed.
Zubeida promptly went and sat on his lap and planted a kiss on his cheeks. She
was actually too old to be greeting a guy in this fashion. Very un-Islamic.
Sayeed was sipping his beer. Zubeida continued sitting on his lap.
“Don’t trouble Uncle” I said, “Come and sit next to me.”
“No, it is alright” said Sayeed as he adjusted his cock under her butt.
Zubeida wriggled around is his lap, pressing his cock this way and that, and I
felt proud of her. Sayeeds hand moved up from her knee to inside her skirt.
After a while I went to get myself another beer and when I got back I saw
Sayeed’s hand was under her skirt, fondling her pussy. He took his time to
pull his hand away.
“I am going to run out of beer. You’d better go and get some.” he said.
His fridge was full of beer, but I realsied he wanted me out of the room.
“Stay here Zubeida, and don’t trouble Uncle.” I said as I walked out of the
front door.
I walked out of the house, walked all the way round to the lawns on the other
side and surreptitiously peeped in. Sayeed had not lost any time. He had pulled
out his cock and Zubeida was licking it. She really seemed a pro.
My driver, Anwar, has trained her well, I said to myself proudly. She licked
and sucked at his enormous cock. After a while he has pulled her panties down
and began probing it with her finger. He was soon licking her pussy. Then he
directed her once again to his cock. While she was licking, he did a thumps up
in my direction and then picked up his empty glass and held it in my direction
as he shrugged his shoulders. Obviously he knew I was watching them? I quickly
moved away and went to the front door and rang the doorbell.

That was 8 years ago. My daughter is now 20, and the bitch had got herself
pregnant with another of my clients. It was time to get her married off. I was
looking for a fagot who would not mind his wife getting fucked by my business
partners, while I pumped his ass.

My relationship with my son, Amir, was very beautiful. I am a nasty bully and
a slave driver. But with my son, Amir, it was the other way round. He got
whatever he wanted — even blow jobs from me from time to time since he was 14.
My son dominated me, made demands and got whatever he wanted. Every time I
sucked his cock, he subtly blackmailed me and walked out of the room with a wad
of notes. I loved the way he used me. He is now 22. He walks around the house
bare-bodied in the skimpiest of shorts displaying his beautifully muscular body
- hairy and dark. He fucks girls and I have to often to pay for their
abortions. He fucks boys too and of course his dear father. And treats his
younger brother like his personal slave.
When I saw Javed, I realized he was the son-in-law I was looking for. He was
handsome, macho yet delicate and I could tell by the way he ogled at Amir that
he had the makings of a fag. I could fuck his hole, I thought, while his wife,
my daughter would continue to serve my business partners routinely.

He was soon married to Zuebeida in an ostentatious ceremony. And things worked
out beautifully, just as I had planned.

JAVED’S STORY
I week before the wedding my father-in-law, Murtaza, wanted to take me to
Ormara, about 25 from Karachi, to the industrial unit he had set up there. I
was to take charge soon after the wedding. The drive to Omara was comfortable.
We were driven by Anwar, his old and faithful driver. Anwar was a nasty piece
of work. He was tall, dark, hairy and seemed to have a pertually evil glint in
his eye. He looked like a villain from a film, who tortured and raped innocent
people. Around 7 in the evening and another hour to go, Murtaza asked Anwar to
bring out the drinks.

“Henceforth my son, you can call me daddy,” he said to me.
“Yes Daddy,” I replied with a smile. I didn’t know what was in store for me.

Before Murtaza had finished his first drink he asked Anwar to stop the car
for a piss. He stood right outside my window peeing. I watched wide-eyed at his
emormous cock.

“You like it?” asked Murtaza. “Come and suck it.”
I thought he was joking, smiled sheepishly and stayed put in the car.
“Boss wants you out” said Anwar gruffly. “Go.”
He literally pushed me out of the car. Before I knew it, I’d got down on my
knees and was sucking the fat juicy cock of my soon to be father-in-law.
“Suck my cock Son. Suck your Daddy’s cock. Suck it hard,” Daddy moaned. It
went on and on.
Suddenly I felt a stream of water over my head. There was Anwar standing next
to Murtaza and peeing all over me.
Daddy pulled his cock out of my mouth and pushed my face under the hot stream
of piss.
“Open you mouth,” yelled Anwar, as Murtaza held Anwar’s cock and directed
the piss at me and into my mouth.
I loved it. It was heaven to be abused by two hunks by the side of the highway
like this.
I gulped down his hot heavenly piss. When he’d finished I was again roughly
pushed in the direction of Daddy’s cock. I got down to sucking once again.
After what seemed like ages, I stopped to take catch my breath. The moment I
stopped Anwar’s hand came heavily on my face. “Bitch, don’t stop unless Boss
tells you,” he roared. He grabbed my hair and began to push it into Murtaza’s
cock. I was gagging and choking as Murtaza’s fat cock rammed my throat, but
Anwar wouldn’t let go.

“You will soon learn. This is your initiation rite, cocksucker,” Anwar said.
Daddy guffawed.
My cheek was stinging from the slap, my throat was hurting, I was choking but
I loved every moment of this initiation. Daddy finally dumped his cum into my
mouth. Thick wads of cum. As I was swallowing his cum, there was a last squirt
from the cock and some cum fell on his shoes.

“Fucking asshole! Lick it off Daddy’s shoe. You are not going to waste even a
drop of the cum FAGOT!” roared Daddy.

As I went down on all fours to lick Daddy’s shoes, Awar had positioned
himself behind my hole. He started ramming my hole roughly. This hurt and I let
out a scream. Daddy slapped my face and Anwar my butt.
“Take it like a slut. Don’t want you wimpering, sissyboy.” And Anwar was
back to ramming my hole.
After a while he pulled out his cock from my hole, by now all dirty with my
shit, and brought it to my face. “It’s dirty Sir,” I said meekly. “Can I
wash it?”
“No,” he thundered, “you will lick it clean, you fucking scumbag.”
I felt nauseous, but I licked his cock clean, before he started pumping my
throat.
“Yes Anwar, teach him to be an obedient bitch. I want my son-in-law to know,
who the boss around here is.”

This made Anwar more aggressive and he grabbed my hair, nearly pulling it off
my head, but he didn’t loose his rhythm. He fucked and pumped and rammed my
face.
I collapsed on the road as soon as Anwar had ejaculated and had let go off
my hair. Both Daddy and Anwar stood over me and peed. Then Anwar kicked me in
the face and said “Get up whore, it time to go.” I stood up, washed my face,
straightened my hair, dusted my pants and shirt and staggered back to the car.

“Boss, he is stinking!, should we dump him in the trunk of the car for the
rest of the journey?”
“No Anwar, it’s okay. He can sit next to me and massage my feet for the next
hour,” said Daddy. Thankfully.

I had been shown my place before the wedding. I had become my
father-in-law’s bitch.

It was routine for Daddy to get me to massage his feet while he sat guzzling
beer as he watched television at his home or to pull his cock out of his pants
and make me drink his pee to save him a trip to the bathroom. When he was
visiting my family he would often pull me into the garage for a quick fuck
where both he and Anwar would fuck me silly, while my wife was laying the table
for dinner.

Daddy treated me like a piece of shit and really seemed to enjoy that. And I
enjoyed being Daddy and Anwar’s sleazy fucktoy
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Sam