[Father-in-law's Desire]

My Father-in-Law's Desire

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In 2002, I, with a pretty face and a shy smile, came to the city with a melancholy heart and
worked in a small hotel.

I was born into a poor farming family. For someone of my background, marrying a suitable man would
have been considered lucky, but with my limited looks, I couldn't find anyone suitable.

That November, a relative came to visit, saying he would introduce me to a family in the city. They were well-off;
the father was a factory manager, and they had an only son who was a little intellectually challenged. His father had asked someone to help find
a wife, even from the countryside, and promised to arrange a permanent job in the city after the marriage.

I thought I could escape rural life and work in the city, and given their good conditions, I inexplicably
agreed.

In 2003, we held a grand wedding. My tall figure and beautiful face brought
great honor to their family. On her wedding day, she met her father-in-law for the first time—a short man in his fifties.
Unlike he looked like a typical nouveau riche. His gaze held a meaningful undertone, and she
suddenly felt uneasy.

Finally, after their wedding, one sweltering summer afternoon, her mother-in-law was away, and her husband was nowhere
to be found. Only her father-in-law and she were left in the large house. She was only wearing a thin shirt. When she
noticed her father-in-law's gaze and instinctively looked down, she saw her clothes being pushed up by her two high breasts,
her nipples barely visible through the tight fabric. A deep, snow-white cleavage was visible through the neckline. It turned out that
because of the heat, she wasn't wearing a bra.

She immediately stood up, went back to her room, closed the door tightly, and changed her clothes. Suddenly, the door was pushed open!

My father-in-law suddenly barged in and stood directly in the doorway. Instinctively, I covered my chest with my hands: "What,
what are you doing!"

He showed no shame whatsoever, his lewd gaze sweeping over my body without restraint. Enraged,
I yelled at him to get out.

He retorted with a startling statement: "If you want a good life, you'd better take me seriously! Do you know
who's in charge here?"

I finally began to sense the haste of this marriage. However, that day marked the beginning of a lifelong nightmare.

The tragedy finally occurred one night when my husband and mother-in-law were out, and my father-in-law sneaked into my room.

Initially, I didn't mind his arrival and greeted him as usual, serving him tea and water. That
day, he seemed to have drunk a lot; I sensed his speech was slurred, and he reeked of alcohol.

My father-in-law was a deputy factory director, and drinking was common, but he had never drunk this much. Seeing that he could barely sit up, I
suggested he rest in bed.

It was when I helped him to bed that things happened. He pushed me down onto the bed and
looked at me with terrifying eyes. His eyes were filled with malice. A chill ran through me.

I trembled all over. How could he do this to his daughter-in-law? I struggled desperately, but
he held me even tighter, and I could hardly breathe. He kissed me frantically, and I tried desperately to push him away.
While kissing me, he mumbled how much he liked me, saying he was captivated by me from the first moment he saw me. Hearing
these disgusting words made my ears burn. Without thinking twice, my father-in-law pounced on me, violently tearing at my
pajamas.

I struggled fiercely, whimpering. My father-in-law casually lifted my chin, looking at me greedily.

"You...you let go!" I shouted at him angrily.

"Let go?" My father-in-law laughed wildly, "A duck that's already in your hands, you think you can let it fly away? Impossible, impossible." "I
'm counting on you to carry on our family line!" I turned my face away and said, "You're your daughter-in-law? What
... what do you want?"

My father-in-law stood up, his face contorted with malice, and said, "Yes, yes, you're my daughter-in-law. Our family paid to marry you.
You have to repay us for carrying on the family line."

My father-in-law was a beast! I knew that with my strength, I was just a lamb to the slaughter, and
there was no point in resisting.

My father-in-law grinned lewdly.

Ah, ah, let me go, let me go! I twisted my body, watching in panic as he reached out and touched my neck.

No, no! I closed my eyes and shook my head in pain.

With a "ripping" sound, his purple shirt was torn open, revealing my snow-white skin and purple bra
. I panicked and twisted frantically, my two round breasts swaying. This only aroused the old
rogue's desire.

They're really big! My father-in-law grinned lewdly.

I was filled with shame, panic, and fear, but my father-in-law held me tightly, preventing me from moving.

His hand slowly moved down from my neck to my breasts. His hands
kneaded my chest, sometimes squeezing them together, sometimes pulling them apart.

I shook my head desperately, sobbing, "No, Father-in-law, no, no, help me..."

This old lecher didn't stop; instead, he became even more violent. Suddenly, I raised my foot and kicked forward.

But before I could even lift it, my father-in-law grabbed my heel. Before I could struggle,
he grabbed my other foot, pulling it so that my legs naturally clamped around his crotch.

I could vaguely feel his disgusting, erect penis pressing against my pubic
area through the fabric. And the man in front of me, my father-in-law, reached out a hand, placing it on my navel, slowly
moving towards my genitals.

"Help! Help me!" I screamed. But my cries were meaningless, only resulting in
my father-in-law's more violent ravaging. This old scoundrel groped me, sometimes roughly kneading my breasts, sometimes
vigorously rubbing my pubic hair.

He reached out and unbuttoned my jeans, pulled them down to the top, leaving me only
in a thin, patterned purple thong.

"So tempting!!" he exclaimed, freeing one hand to unbutton his own pants. Then, pulling open a corner of my thong
, he tried to force his erection inside me. I screamed, "Stop, stop
...no!"

I desperately tried to pull him off my crotch. Enraged, he...
A dark, filthy thing stood there, its face flushed red as it glared at me.

"I'll show you what I'm made of!" my father-in-law said, panting heavily.

Suddenly, he pounced on me, tearing off my bra and ripping off my panties. My large breasts were
fully exposed, trembling shyly, echoing the pubic hair below. I quickly covered
my chest with one hand, trying to prevent my breasts from spilling out, and with the other hand, I covered my pubic hair, protecting my narrow slit.

My father-in-law pressed down on me again, his thin, hairy chest squeezing and rubbing against my tender breasts. His
lower body had already parted my legs, his thin buttocks thrusting incessantly, as if using his already hard penis
to slide and tease my tender groin, searching for an entrance…

I shook my head from side to side, trying to avoid his kisses, while writhing uncomfortably—probably trying to
escape his intrusion on my sensitive areas. My snow-white legs, once parted by his body, could no longer
be closed,

pitifully trembling on either side of his hairy legs… My pleas for mercy became more like moans—"No…no
…don't…hum…father-in-law…please…don't…"

As his buttocks sank in, I let out a few panicked, short pleas: "No! Please!
Father-in-law !…no…oh!"—My father-in-law's buttocks sank in hard, "plop!~" accompanied by his own
muffled "Ah!—" his lower body completely entered my body…!

"No... Ahhh...

" I tilted my head back, my mouth agape, unable to utter a sound. My legs trembled slightly, and my hands, which had been
symbolically pushing against this old lecher's body, relaxed completely and lay sprawled on the bed. I closed my eyes, and two streams of tears
rolled down my cheeks...

My father-in-law grinned lewdly, grabbed my rounded thighs, and placed them on his shoulders. Each thrust
into our genitals caused a violent collision. Each time, he forcefully pushed his filthy member
all the way in pulled it out, then thrust it in again, then pulled it out again, the impact growing louder and faster with each "slap! slap!
slap!" sound.

"Ah... um... ah..." Gradually, gasps escaped my lips as my body swayed
back and forth from the impact. Hearing my own lewd cries, I was filled with shame and remorse for being unable to resist the temptation of
lust .

As my father-in-law thrust rapidly and forcefully, waves of irritating pleasure surged through my lower body, instantly ensnaring me in
this intoxicating carnal enjoyment.

Embarrassed and ashamed, I quickly covered my mouth with my hand.

"What are you afraid of? Go ahead and scream. Too many people can't sleep tonight," my father-in-law chuckled,
continuing sounds echoed below, the sounds clearly indicating that my lower body
was being developed like a pile driver.

I glanced dazedly at our point of contact; each time something was pulled out, it brought out a pool of sticky
fluid, my pink lower body already wet and utterly lewd. My father-in-law slowed down, gently thrusting in and out,
carefully observing the wet, glistening sight.

"So tight! You two must not do this often, haha!" he teased, mocking me beneath him.

Thinking of my husband, my heart ached with sorrow.

As I was lost in thought, my father-in-law suddenly lay down, grabbed my hand, and pulled me firmly
onto his waist, our genitals still tightly joined.

He simply thrust his hips slightly, and I was tossed around like a horse.

"Thwack!" I was tossed up, and with a soft "Mmm," his filthy member pressed deeply into my sensitive spot. My breasts
bounced, their hairy undersides looking so full and alluring in the night.

My father-in-law admired my shameful state while pressing firmly against my round buttocks, then suddenly thrust his lower body forward.

"Thwack!" "Ohhhh!" We both cried out in unison, a euphoric release like rain after
a long drought .

My father-in-law pressed one hand against my buttocks and the other incessantly kneaded my breasts, moving up and down
, "Thwack!" "Thwack!" "Thwack!" "

Ah　...　　　　　　My father-in-law, without any restraint, thrust dozens of times, then suddenly convulsed wildly and ejaculated with a "plop," filling me completely with thick, white semen. Only then did he collapse onto me, satisfied, and fall into a deep sleep… 　　In the end, I didn't push him away. Why didn't I? Instead, I actually accepted his coercion, even cooperating with him in bed? Am I a promiscuous woman? Or am I really lacking in men? 　　After my father-in-law sobered up, he desperately apologized to me, promising never to touch me again and arranging a job for me. I shed tears, knowing that what I did was wrong to my husband. 　　From that day on, my usually busy father-in-law stayed home every day. However, he valued me more and more and kept his promise not to sexually harass me. 　　I thought the matter was over. But a few months later, it happened again… 　　One day, my husband was taking a nap in the inner room, and my mother-in-law went to my aunt's house. I stood in front of the mirror, ready to tidy myself up before going out. Since staying home so much, I hadn't really dressed up properly, and I, who was already quite pretty, looked even more striking now. Just as I was about to leave, my father-in-law, who had been away on a business trip for a week , returned carrying a large bag. Before he even entered the door, he started calling my mother-in-law's name. I told him she had gone to my aunt's house. My father-in-law took a fashionable dress out of his bag and asked me to try it on. Wearing the stylish dress, I looked even more radiant . 　　My father-in-law looked at me with satisfaction. Seeing his good mood, I seized the opportunity to ask, "Dad, I've been married for a year now, but have I found a job…?" My father-in-law smiled and walked over, gently patting my shoulder, and said:

"Don't worry, I'm trying to find connections for you." He grabbed my hand, his other hand
reaching for my chest. I was terrified and didn't dare resist. Seeing my blushing face and silence, my father-in-law became
bolder, panting, "Don't be afraid, you want a good job..." Before I could resist, he pushed me
down...

I pushed him away forcefully, "He's still sleeping in the inner room, and Grandma will be back soon!"

My father-in-law wasn't about to let me go. With a pull and a tug, we tumbled onto the sofa again. My underwear was
pulled down to my feet.

"Get away! Get away! I'll call for help!" My tears streamed down my face.

He looked at my furrowed brow, my tightly clenched lips glaring at him with resentment and anger...

My father-in-law gripped my hand tightly, "You were so eager last time, now you're ungrateful and discarding me
!" He squeezed my knee, spreading my legs, and with a "plop," his filthy member was inserted into my
body .

"Mmm~" I let out a long moan, this feeling of fullness and swelling I hadn't felt in so long.

As my father-in-law's massive member continued to penetrate, I felt shyly as it
throbbed and swelled within me, relentlessly sliding deeper and deeper into my body.

I passively writhed my soft, smooth, snow-white body in response to my father-in-law's second assault, welcoming
wave wave of frenzied movements. My hands had somehow found their way onto my father-in-law's neck, my red lips slightly parted, emitting
suggestive moans. My heart was filled with both sorrow and shame: Fine, I'll endure it for a while, for the sake of our family's
well-being...

(After I had succumbed to his lewd power, my father-in-law was overjoyed, thrusting even more violently. I
felt my lower body tightly wrapped around his filthy member, constantly contracting and sucking, waves of tingling sensations washing over me
, perfectly capturing the joy of sexual intercourse.)

"Ugh, please... let me go, mmm~ Daddy!"

I was starting to give in, succumbing to the pleasure I felt. I just wanted more. My
eyes were half-closed as I actively thrust myself in to meet his thrusts. I never imagined this seemingly lewd old man could have such a strong
sex drive and explosive power.

Suddenly, my father-in-law sped up, and the splashing sounds grew louder. Knowing the old
man on top of me was about to ejaculate, I moaned, my heart pounding wildly, like
the thrill of a rollercoaster crashing down from its peak.

A beautiful, delicate girl, selling her happiness for a life of comfort,
was being repeatedly raped by a seemingly respectable old man in this comfortable home.

"Splash, splash," my legs were wrapped tightly around my father-in-law's waist, welcoming the final sprint...

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