Alpha's Pack: ALPHA MALE SWINGER'S ROMANCE

by Bree Branigan

  Roland shrugged in a smug victorious manner, “I don’t know. I think she likes me”.

  *

  Late afternoon in the pub saw the last dregs of sunlight streaming through the windows. Clinking glasses, soft chatter and laughter surrounded Olivia and her friends as they sat in a booth enjoying drinks after work.

  “You’re really serious about this guy?” Maggie, perfectly coiffed and dressed to the nines, looked incredulous. “He’s a construction worker! What happened to the doctor or the rich businessman you were supposed to hook up with?”

  Olivia listened to Maggie's ranting with a calm little smile. She wasn't surprised by Maggie's dramatic overreaction. Maggie was dating a rich entrepreneur; she wished the same level of fortune for her friends. Maggie's motto was: ‘All that glitters is not gold, but gold can buy all the other stuff.’

  Feeling a bit irritated, Olivia turned to Zara. “Zara, honey, what do you think? He’s fun, he’s gorgeous and just such a nice guy. Should I discount him?”

  Zara fidgeted nervously like the sweet thing she was, “Um... well... You deserve someone who loves you.” She then felt Maggie's critical gaze. “Someone who can take care of you and can see to your needs is also great. But if Roland can excite you...”

  “See! See!” Maggie interrupted, disregarding Zara's continuation, having heard the validation she sought. “You need someone who can fully take care of you, not some riffraff.” Zara shrugged in defeat, seemingly wanting to say more but unable to.

  “Listen, Olivia,” Maggie continued, “don't sleep with him tonight. He’s not good enough for you. Don’t give him the satisfaction”

  Olivia laughed. “Look, hon, you've got it all wrong. I think the satisfaction will be mostly mine.”

  *

  The doorbell rang, echoing throughout the apartment. Before opening the door, Roland massaged his jaws with his palms for a moment. He exhaled into the cup of his hands, verifying the smell of his breath. Then he opened the door. There stood Olivia, in all her hyper-sexual glory. They stood in the doorway for a moment, looking at each other. Olivia loved the way Roland looked. He was wearing jeans and a tight white t-shirt that emphasized his chiseled body. She got wet just looking at him! He was pleased to see her breasts brimming over the top of her dress. A mysterious-looking lock of hair dangled in front of her face. She was breath-taking!

  “Come in,” said Roland.

  She giggled, “Maybe that ought to be my line.”

  Roland paused only a moment. Then he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her lips, her cheeks, her neck . . . loving the saltiness of her. She kissed back, hungrily, arching her neck, and pressing her body into his.

  “Finally,” said Roland as he slipped her straps from her shoulders. Unzipping her dress, he slowly pulled it down over her body, looking reverently at her full breasts, her trim waist, her hips. He slipped it down her long, solid legs, caressing her curves as it fell to the floor. Olivia found his cock in her hand. She could feel it pulsing and enlarging, surging with manly power. She felt shivers down her spine. “Roland, I want it,” she pleaded, “I want it now.”

  Roland picked her up in his arms and carried her over to the couch. Laying her down so that she faced him, he removed her bra, letting her breasts spring free. His soft, warm mouth nibbled her nipples, while his hands explored the contours of her body. Olivia sighed, grasping his hard, muscular back. Looking deeply into her eyes, he grasped her panties and slid them down, planting feather kisses along her body as he did so. She felt warm and tingly and cherished. He kissed and sucked and worshipped every inch of her. Moving upward, he spread her legs apart. A moan escaped her lips. As his dick penetrated her, she closed her eyes and and made a hissing sound as if she had just touched something hot.

  But after a few strokes he pulled out, skimming his lips over her face, down her neck, kissing and licking her nipples, flicking his tongue against the rigid hardness they had become. He slowly kissed her stomach, her pussy, her thighs. “Oh my god,” she breathed, writhing and thrusting; wanting him inside her. She could feel his eager dick sliding down her legs, as his mouth began to nibble the lips of her labia, his tongue thrusting inside, circling, licking, touching, teasingly avoiding her clit. She was frantic with wanting. “Oh, Roland, please!” Finally, his tongue darted against that special spot, sending tingles throughout her body. She moaned and thrust wildly, until her body jerked and was overtaken with her climax. Sliding his body upward, he finally filled her again with his manhood.

  Roland was now perpetuating her pussy like an animal. It was wild and erotic. She adored his size; it made her feel so alive to have his cock ramming up inside her. The feel of his large, muscular body; the heat of it numbed her senses with bliss and made her pussy drench with heated lust and hot sticky joy.

  Olivia wondered why she had delayed this when she wanted it so badly; wanted him so badly.

  Her body rocked each time he entered, “Yes, fuck me!” she uttered. “Rock my world. Fuck me harder, Roland! God, I love...” she paused and steered her herself from almost uttering something regrettable. “I love it. Mmm. Oh yes. It's... so deep.” Her body spiraled upward, taking him all in. Panting and gasping, their beat became even faster. And when he came, both cried out in ecstasy. This was not to be a one-time thing, they both knew.

  Chapter 3

  Stimulating sex, deep conversations, and fun times. What more could two people ask for? They were such a great fit!

  It was another Friday after work, and Olivia, Maggie and Zara met for drinks.

  “…and then we stayed in and had Chinese food: the good stuff, mind you. Oh it was so good! Later on we...” Olivia stopped mid-sentence, looking at Maggie’s face. The veins on her forehead were practically popping. “What is it, Maggie?”

  “Do you even have to ask?” Maggie’s voice sounded strangled. When are you going to ditch this guy? I haven't even met him and already I want to throttle him.”

  “See. That's exactly it Mag. You haven't even met Roland. So how can you judge him? So he's a nine out of ten. Is it really fair to knock him for the one point he's missing? You know what I think. I think your Nathan has spent so much money on you that he's forgotten to slip you his sausage. That's why you're so cranky! You haven't gotten his hot and spicy wiener in a while.”

  “Is it this construction worker that’s made you suddenly so crude?” was Maggie’s cold rebuttal.

  Olivia decided to ignore that. Turning to Zara, who was decidedly uncomfortable she asked, “What’s happening with you, Zara?

  “I-I'm... working on it,” Zara replied meekly.

  “You're working on it?” Maggie repeated incredulously. “Zara, you've been caught between two guys for four months. One left you and you're chasing one that's trying to start a harem. You have got to get over your obsession with flaky men. By God, even Olivia's little man candy would be a better pick.”

  Who put the bug up her ass? Olivia wondered.

  Maggie looked contrite for a moment, realizing she had over-stepped. Putting on a smile as nice as she could muster she turned to Olivia. “So are you and Roland exclusive? Talking marriage maybe?”

  Olivia nearly choked on her wine. “W-What? No! We're not like that. We're... we're just making the best of our time together. If he wanted to find a different girl, I wouldn't stop him. Being in the moment with him is fun, that’s all. I mean, marriage? We're committed, but we're not on that level.”

  The room went quiet. Olivia reflected on her own words and wondered why she had become so defensive. Of course she adored Roland; maybe the big “L” word was even applicable. But she couldn't let her friends know just how soft she had gotten after Roland had tenderized her vagina night after night. Somehow she realized she had lied just now.

  *

  When Zara got home, she was exhausted. Throwing her jacket and purse on a chair, she made her way into the shower. The warm water cascaded over her body, relieving her tension. She closed her eyes and became lost in h
er own little world. When she opened her eyes, she gasped. She had one hand fondling her breast and the other hand stroking the lips of her vagina. And she’d been completely unaware.

  Zara sighed, “I guess it's gonna be one of those nights, huh?”

  When Zara exited the shower and dried herself, she went into her room and opened a drawer of her dresser. Reaching inside she pulled out her electric dildo. She smiled wryly, “Did you miss me?” Zara got onto the bed. Spreading her knees, she propped her ass in the air. Inserting the dildo, she set it on the most violent speed. “Oh my god!” She was on her way to wonderland. She could feel the strong vibrations in her pussy, sending her on a wild erotic journey.

  As her juices began to flow, she began speaking to herself, or to the person she imagined was with her, “Someday you’ll fuck me like this.” Her breathing increased, “I know you're already taken, but I... have this strange feeling . . . we'd be happy together. Ahhh!” She had just climaxed all over the sheets. She lowered the speed of the vibrator and left it inside of of her, just letting it wiggle freely.

  *

  “Why are we on your roof this late in the night?”

  Roland looked at Olivia's bewildered face. He held her hand and pulled her into his arms. He had his head in her neck, savoring the smell and feel of her. Then he turned her around and hugged her waist from behind. “Did I ever tell you how good you look in the moon light?” He gripped one of her breasts.

  “Oh my god. Roland, you can't be serious! You want to do this here? You know I'm a screamer. Someone will hear us.”

  “Then I guess we'll have to be really quiet. Besides, the stars are already watching us; what damage would a few more eyes and ears cause?”

  Roland was kissing her neck sensually. Olivia submitted to his touch; so much that she wasn’t even aware when her clothing and panties fell to the deck.

  Bending her over on all fours, he immediately proceeded to fuck her. It was quiet all around them except for the sound of their heavy breathing. Olivia felt Roland spreading her butt cheeks and hammering away at her like a runaway bull. He was going hard. And while she loved the feel of his cock, she didn't want them to be found out. “Roland,” she whispered, “calm the fuck down! I can't take this. Your dick's too much!” She had to cover her own mouth to suppress her cries of delight. Roland paid her no mind. His attention was fully devoted to getting both of them to satisfaction avenue.

  Soon Roland was pounding her even faster, causing even more muffled sounds from Olivia. Why was their sex always so explosive? Why did she always surrender every time his cock presented itself? It's because you love him – a voice in her head replied. The realization made her blush. Suddenly, she broke her silence, “Fuck me, Roland. I'm yours”.

  Chapter 4

  Zara walked falteringly through the street. The leftover meatloaf she’d eaten for lunch was decidedly not agreeing with her stomach. She felt like an inexperienced sailor bobbing on the waves of turbulent tides. Between the nausea and the heat, she wondered if she’d make it home. If only a taxi would appear!

  A car approaching from behind swerved, screeching its brakes to prevent hitting the woman who had just collapsed onto the road. Zara lay there, heedless of the running footsteps coming toward her.

  “Hey! Lady? Are you all right? Can you hear me? Miss?”

  Zara's eyes opened, returning from the realm of darkness behind her eyelids. She heard a voice trying to reach out to her, and felt a gentle hand lightly tapping her cheek. Finally, her senses were fully functioning, and she looked up at the muscular, well-toned African-American man who was holding her in his arms on the pavement.

  “W-What happened?”

  “You fainted, Miss. Nearly got yourself run over as well. Really lucky you didn’t, though. What's your name if you don't mind my asking?”

  “Um, Zara,” she replied, still in a surreal daze.

  The man helped her to her feet, “Well, Zara, a pretty little thing like you should take better care of yourself. Are you sick? Or are you one of those girls who starve themselves to keep their figure? Food is friendly, you know.” He watched her force a smile at his attempt at humor.

  “No. It's nothing like that. I think I ate some leftover meatloaf that turned overnight. My body must be rejecting it.” Just then her stomach growled, and they both stifled a grin.

  “Well Zara, let me get you something to eat. My shift is up anyway. I know a little food spot nearby that always has good meals.”

  “No, it's fine. I'm fine. I don't want to impose.”

  “Not a problem. Besides, how am I supposed to meet my quota of saving one damsel in distress per day if I don't nurse you back to health?” This time she really did laugh from her heart. “So shall we be off, then?” He offered her his big, strong muscular arm, with a warm expression on his face.

  Zara stared at his welcoming eyes, and for a moment took the time to note how handsome he was. “Okay. Wouldn't want you to miss your quota, now would we?” They both smiled. “Just so you know I'm paying for my own meal.” Smiling, he held out his arm and they were on their way.

  What a sweet-heart! she thought.

  After getting the special, minestrone soup, from the nearby eatery, they walked to a park bench nearby, and chatted. He seemed like such a great guy; warm and friendly yet mysterious somehow. He wasn’t some ardent lothario, but he did know his way around women. It didn’t take long for Zara to imagine engaging with him in a quick fumble. Not that she was sure he was into her, but with the way her life had been going lately she felt she could afford to dream a little.

  “Come on. I have to make sure you get home safely. Which way's your place?”

  His offer excited her, but his apparent lack of ulterior motive was a disappointment. They walked briskly, enjoying one another’s company. When they arrived at her apartment door, Zara turned to look him in the eye, wondering if she could find some pretext to get him inside. She stared into his warm, brown eyes.

  “Well, this is me. Thank you so much for taking such good care of me, um... Oh my god! I don't even know your name! How rude of me.”

  He chuckled, “No worries. Happens all the time. My name's Roland.”

  Zara felt like a jolt inside, as if a lightning bolt had entered her body. “Roland?”

  “Yeah, Roland Princely”.

  Zara stood there white-faced and wide-eyed. Her mouth hung open. Olivia's Roland? What a serendipitous turn of events. Suddenly, she felt sick again.

  *

  “Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back.”

  Roland watched as Zara’s retreating figure left the living-room. She was a small woman, long blond hair and big, blue eyes; very attractive. He looked around. The apartment was nice. Zara seemed to have a predilection for art. Sculptures and pleasing paintings were tastefully placed around the room. The apartment was also impeccably clean. Suddenly, he heard bare feet coming toward him from the adjoining room.

  “Nice place you got here. Do you li— Good god, Zara! What are you doing?”

  “Do you like?” she asked. She was completely naked. She stood for a moment, looking young and vulnerable. Slowly,tentatively she walked toward him. Roland stood, frozen. Rubbing against him, Zara purred, “Make love to me, Roland. Make love to me before I change my mind.”

  “Wait, what? Zara, we just met; we can't. There’s someone …”

  Zara began unbuttoning his shirt, “Why can't we? Are you married?”

  “Well, no, but . . .” She was kissing and nuzzling his chest, her hand caressing his buttocks, snaking their way into his pants. She felt tender like a marshmallow, and she smelled like cotton-candy. How could he resist her?

  In a matter of seconds, they were both rolling on the floor. In another minute, their clothes were off. Soon, Roland guided his cock inside of her. Zara nearly collapsed from sheer joy. She had missed having a man dominate her pussy; missed sinking her fingers into a man's back as he pumped life into her. Most of all, she missed surren
dering to the fuck, just laying back and taking a thick penis like it was some manner of cure. She loved it. She loved the uncontrollable sound of her breathing, and the feel of firm muscles against her soft body, a body that was breaking from the fever of ecstasy:

  “Ah! It's so good. Come inside me. Come inside me, Roland!”

  Roland did as she asked and moistened her pussy further with a strong splash of his semen. For a few moments they lay there, breathing heavily, legs over legs, his arms wrapped around her.

  Suddenly she broke away, and sat apart from him, crying uncontrollably. “Please leave,” she sobbed. “This was a mistake. I’m so sorry . . .” Roland was baffled.

  Chapter 5