Harley Davidson

My name is Karen and I've been in a common law relationship with Steve now for 3 years. We call ourselves married and refer to ourselves as husband and wife. Our relationship is a fantastic one, can't say there is no complaints but very few.

Steve and I are both 27 years of age, in great shape with us placing value on living a healthy lifestyle. Steve is 5'7" and 155 pounds with his passion being tennis and I'm 5'9 and 135 and I do aerobics and pilates with us both enjoying our long hikes and cycling together.

If we have any problem at all in our relationship, its that Steve, with our height difference, feels very insecure which I find very unattractive in a man. He won't say it or admit it but its true. He doesn't like me wearing heels and often wears work boots, cowboy boots and such when we go out in public.

I get along with Steve's mother Debbie, a very nice woman. His father, Bill is a different beast altogether with the emphasis on beast. Bill, is an ultra alpha male. Big, muscular, masculine, man at 6'7" 280 lbs who was a lineman in college and a man you don't dare fuck with. No one does. I have witnessed Bill's temper and he can get very scary. Even Steve is intimidated by him as most are.

Our home was going through renovations and his parents let us stay with them for 6 weeks while work was being done. All was going very well but I guess after a few weeks I was getting pretty comfortable, maybe too comfortable, walking into the kitchen in the mornings in my silk pjs or little nighties. I thought nothing of it. I didn't think of it as being sexy and certainly not before my first coffee. And besides, sexy is in the eye of the beholder.

This one morning much like previous mornings, Steve was off to work. I walked into the kitchen as did Bill to fetch a cup of java. We said our good mornings and with a cup in my one hand and the pot in the other, Bill came up from behind and lifted up my nightie exposing my naked ass. I just froze. He placed his giant hand on my naked butt his middle finger inserted into my crack. He said nothing. I did nothing.

I was in shock. I didn't know how to react. He removed his hand as I turned around with he just standing like Mount Everest in front of me. With that he grabbed the bottom of my nightie lifted it up and off me with me of all things, making it terribly easy for him to do so.

I didn't think to or want to scream for fear of waking Debbie up but if one were to be witness to what had just transpired, they would most certainly and rightfully so, think I willing. I just stood there nude with this giant of a man looking at me. He said nothing and neither did I while he lightly caressing my breasts, his thumbs rubbing my erect nipples before handing me back my nightie and leaving.

I was stunned and did not dare tell Steve or his mom. What kept working on my mind was how I did NOTHING, that I let happen what happened. Even more confusing was how I was now thinking about Bill and my realization that I felt so weak, so dominated and I'm not the type to be dominated. In fact among friends, the inside joke is that I wear the pants and not Steve.

Several mornings passed by with no incidents. Then again my fear made as certain as I could, that it not. Bill and I occupying the same space with me feeling conflicted, with my heart racing and almost an electricity flowing in and through my vagina. I was aroused and frightened by his dominate personality. He was a conqueror in a real sense and that to most any woman, is a seductive bad boy quality. It most certainly was with me. I found myself wanting him. Really wanting him and yet, not.

One Sunday Bill being an avid motorcyclist was doing work on one of his motorcycles. It was a hot day and I was wearing shorts and a shirt. Bill had not made any kind of pass towards me since that morning in the kitchen. If that was a pass. I fantasized about him most minutes of the day and had a deep desire. It felt dangerous to be around him so I don't know why, but I felt compelled to go into the house and remove my panties and bra, changing into a tight white t-shirt accenting my "C" cup breasts. To add to that, the shirt was a thin cotton easily allowing for the dark brown of my nipples to be in view. Steve and Debbie were gone and for quite awhile so my courage was there but fragile.

I came back down and walked into the garage and tried to chat him up. He wasn't into chatting. Other than his deep stare at my tits, he hardly seemed interested in my presence at all. I took note a bottle of tequila sitting on the bench. I asked if I could have a drink. He handed me the bottle with me asking if he had a glass. "Drink from the bottle" is all he said, so I took a swig. After some onesided talk, hardly a conversation, he picked up a remote and closed the garage door. He said, take your top off. I was like, what? He said "you heard me" and just stared at me. "Off" he said. My heart pounding, I felt totally intimidated yet again and then did what he demanded. "Your shorts" was his next command and I did as he wished. It felt dangerous not to.

He approached me, my knees went weak and then put his dirty oily hands all over my body, on my tits, ass with his fingers exploring my pussy. It felt dangerous and great and I can't explain the excitement that came over me. He bent me over one of his bikes, my elbows resting on the seat, and spreading my ass cheeks he put his thick cock in my pussy and pounded me until he came.

He showed no regard for me being pleasured at all. It was a wham, bam no thank you ma'am with him ejaculating within 3 minutes. He pulled out of me zipped up and continued with what he had been doing. I never felt more used, more uncomfortable, rediculious, and yet somehow loving it.

Very confused and befuddled, I stood there with his cum running down my leg. I got dressed and walked out of there feeling a fool, angry but not. I know it doesn't make sense. I never felt so rediculious and ashamed. I avoided him at all cost after that.

We had only about a week to go before our home would be finished. Anytime he and I were in a room alone or with others, I could not look him in the eyes. His wife left for a Costco shop one day and Steve went to play tennis. Bill wasn't around so I had the house and yard to myself. I decided to take full advantage and work on my tan, sunbathing in a string bikini in the backyard.

About an hour in I could hear Bill's diesel truck pulling into the drive. I quickly picked up everything and ran back into the house hoping to get in our room before he entered. It was a terrible fail, Bill was standing there in the hallway. I said hello and kept moving to my room shutting the door behind me, which he reopened very quickly. I stood there covering myself in the blanket tight. He violently yanked it from my hands.

He just looked at me in my string bikini and told me to lay down on my bed. I totally obeyed laying there watching this hulk of a man disrobe. He commanded me to take off my bikini and masturbate. I complied without question, shaking in fear my fingers working my vulva and clit. I was scared but with his eyes blazing with lust, watching me and my fingers shredding my clit, I became very turned on having never done such a thing in front of anyone. My nipples were rock hard, my pussy wet and fully opened as I flowed in orgasm, my fluids running down and over my anus.

His hand slowly rubbing his dick that stood out like a beam of steel, so thick. He positioned himself over top of me and sank his substantial man meat into my wetness. I felt so tiny with him on top of me. So totally out of control. This hulk of a man was fucking me. I found myself kissing his neck, face, biting his ears, chest begging him not to stop which he didn't. He kept fucking me until I came again and two minutes later he did as well. He growled like a bear, his grip on me feeling wonderfully strong.

Once he came he got up picked up his clothing and walked into his room. No kissing of me, no foreplay, no words but at least he brought me to orgasm. I just laid there with his cum drooling out of me feeling very content. It was very caveman like. I was once again, his conquest.

Our time at the inlaw's place was over, we now back at home, his father Bill was a great help with the move. All was back to normal but my thoughts were always on Bill. No more kitchen shared, being fucked in a garage, or bedroom. Just normal. Don't get me wrong, Steve is a wonderful attentive lover but there is something about a man dominating, taking what he desires without permission that hits a woman's dinosaur brain.

It had been weeks since we saw or heard from his dad. I took it as having happened and to never happen again. I was doing some house work when I heard a familiar sound. One of a diesel pulling up our drive. My heart was pounding and my pussy became instantly wet. Oh my Christ I thought, and I needed a shower, no chance to clean up. It was not him however but Steve, he had borrowed his father's truck to load up with trash to take to the dump. The disappointment washed over me like a icy cold wave.

I can not emphasize just how deflated I was. My whole body and my body's holes were tingling in anticipation of Bill entering me. Frustration set in instantly. For the next week I wasn't myself. Steve kept asking me if I was alright. "Are you okay?" asked often. What could I say? No, I need your dad to fuck me!

Another week went by, I was out back doing some gardening, covered in dirt with I again hearing a diesel. I went to the gate and there was Bill. Oh my God was all I thought. I waved, my heart doing what it does when I see him. He asked as to where Steve was. Tennis as usual. He said okay, maybe another time. I asked him if he would like a beer and he said he would. We went in and I got him a cold one. I said let me go freshen up but as I went to pass by him, he grabbed me by the arm and sat me on the kitchen table. He undid my jean shorts pulling them off, next went my panties. My pussy wet he put his cock in me and fucked me hard and long. I was screaming, "FUCK ME BILL! FUCK ME HARD! FUCK ME LONG!!"

And he did!

What endurance he displayed. My pussy was pulsing as I came hard, for the first time in my life I was squirting. He moved me off the table, "Suck me off." I dropped to my knees and stretched my mouth around his girth. I couldn't even come close to taking him all in my mouth.

I sucked on the head of his cock and the underside of his dick, just below the head. He moaned and his dick pulsed as cum shot all over and across my face. His knees buckled on each spasm of cum shooting out. He pulled his pants up picked a kitchen towel and as I looked up at him, he gently wiped his cum off me. He pulled me up and then kissed me a long full passionate kiss. I felt as if I was melting. With that he left.

That was over a month ago. Nothing has happened since and probably won't. I feel worthless. And maybe I should. We are of course back to what now feels like a hum drum life with Steve and his mom none the wiser.

I can't get Bill off of my mind.