Alpha's Pack: ALPHA MALE SWINGER'S ROMANCE

by Bree Branigan

  “Well this won't do at all. What a way to treat our new team member! Sorry about that. Hi, I'm Desmond James.”

  Sally looked up into the face of the newcomer. He was gorgeous! While Mike was more masculine-looking, Desmond, who also had the beautiful chocolate-colored skin, possessed a suave, flamboyant charm. He wore expensive brand-name shoes and clothing.

  “Sally. Sally Collins.” She tried not to stare at his chest, which seemed solidly reinforced behind his shirt.

  They began talking. Desmond listened attentively as Sally told him how she’d ended up here, and babbled on about how excited she was. He occasionally made witty comments during the talk which charmed her into laughter. He seemed genuinely interested in her. As more workmates arrived, Desmond made brief introductions and then continue conversing. Every so often, Desmond took Sally's hand as they laughed together and found common ground.

  “Well,” said Desmond, “it's about time to get to work. But I'd love it if we could talk more later.”

  “That would be great! I haven't seen much of Kingston yet,” she hinted.

  “What? We can't have that, now can we? I'd love to get you jamming in this realm of Reggae. If you'll let me, I'll give you the. real Jamaican experience; take you to all the hot spots.” His voice sounded suggestive. He then extended his hand, “Are you in?” He smiled expectantly.

  Sally looked at the outstretched hand for a moment. Something told her that Desmond would have no trouble keeping her entertained. Maybe even indulge a few of her whims... It would be a great reprieve from work. Sally smiled with resolve, and grasped the outstretched hand, “That sounds great. Maybe I can return home with some memories.”

  “Definitely. I won't stop until you're fully satisfied.”

  Suddenly, they both felt the charged atmosphere between them a little overwhelming, and decided to get busy with work.

  Chapter 2

  Sally sat comfortably at her desk, going over the fresh details of a design. Mr. Cobbs had just departed after making a few comments on how best to upgrade the sketches. Her first week of work had proven to be quite productive, and she was gradually remembering people’s names. There was one name she had no trouble remembering:

  “Hi Sally.”

  “Hello, Desmond.” She struggled to suppress her fond delight.

  “You know, it's Friday. I was thinking maybe we could have some fun tonight. We're in New Kingston after all; there is no shortage of things to do.”

  Sally looked at him inquisitively. “Okay, so what do you have in mind?”

  “It's a secret,” he smirked. “But what I can tell you is that our fun will be two-fold; it'll get more fun when the sun goes down. So, weh yo seh?”

  Sally had heard Desmond's last phrase enough to know it meant “What do you say?”

  “Sure,” she answered with a smile. “It's about time I got my feet wet.”

  Desmond gave Sally a thumbs up, “Great. Meet me in the parking lot in fifteen minutes.” With that, he departed, leaving Sally to gaily guess how the night would go.

  When she arrived, Desmond was waiting for her. Like a gentleman, he opened the door for her and she got inside. She could feel his eyes devouring her skirt, which she knew molded her buttocks to a perfect roundness. She blushed happily. He then climbed into the vehicle, and began to drive out of the parking lot.

  “So,” cooed Sally, “where are you taking me?” She bit the side of her lip, hoping he wouldn't notice her excitement.

  “Well. I figure we'll start small. We'll start light and later transform into real night owls.” He glanced at her. She smiled. For a brief moment he rested a hand on her thigh. “Trust me, we're going to have a lot of fun.”

  They drove for a while in silence. Soon the car slowed to halt, and they both exited the vehicle. Sally looked around to see pristine green lawns stately palm trees and a large, white building in the distance.

  “Where are we?” Sally asked.

  “We're still a little way off, but follow me.” After a bit of walking, Desmond declared that they had arrived. “This place is called Devon House. It's a nice little spot that tourists love to explore. It also has the best ice cream you've ever tasted. I figured we could grab a bite to eat as well.”

  Sally looked at the royal outline of the establishment ahead and the well-kept shrubbery. When they entered the great house a formally dressed woman greeted them, smiling. “Would you like a tour of Devon House?” she asked. As they followed her through the grand house, the home of Jamaica’s first black millionaire, Sally was awestruck. Afterwards, over a delicious dinner of ackee and saltfish, fried plantain and steamed cabbage they sipped wine and chatted about their families, homes and lives thus far; both fascinated by their differences. When they finished eating, Desmond suggested ice cream and a walk.

  Sally didn't know what to think. She knew this wasn't supposed to be a date, but the atmosphere was just so inviting that she felt drawn to Desmond. She leaned against him as he put his arm around her in a way that said she was his woman. Sally didn't even bat an eyelash at the thought. It was somehow okay that his hand lingered around her waist, dangling atop her ass. If he had given it a squeeze in that moment, she would hardly have protested. His charm and wit were quite disarming, and somehow... sexy. His looks didn't work against him either.

  They walked and talked and licked their ice cream together. Desmond watched intently as Sally worked her tongue over the frozen dessert. She caught him staring at her lips which caused her to smile. Neither felt awkward as they held hands, preparing to depart.

  As it was after ten o'clock, Desmond announced that they were due at their second destination. He warned Sally, however, that their next stop would be far, far more lively. Sally smiled and told him she was ready for anything. Desmond seemed pleased, and they headed to the car.

  *

  The music pounded vigorously inside the infamous Asylum Night Club. Sally had never seen such a lively assortment of individuals in her life. Desmond, who had momentarily disappeared, returned with two bottles of Red Stripe Beer and handed one to her.

  “Wow,” she said over the noise, “it's so up-tempo here.”

  “Yeah. It's really the typical Jamaica vibes. Let's dance.”

  As the music changed, Sally felt Desmond pull her body toward him. She could feel him grinding on her and guiding her hips. He hugged her from behind and she let her body fall back against him. Suddenly a song that Sally knew called “Tempted to Touch” started playing. She turned around and threw her hand around Desmond's neck as he hugged her by the waist. The two stared into each other’s eyes as their bodies rubbed against each other. The erotic feeling between them was electric., and surely they'd have torn off each other’s' clothes had they been alone.

  As it was, Desmond led Sally outside, pressed her up against the car and began kissing her hard and fast. She kissed back. His lips were firm and full. Their tongues became more and more aggressive, twisting and turning around each other. She arched her neck, taking it all in. He hoisted her up by her ass so that her legs were wrapped around his waist. They kissed feverishly. She ran her hands across his chest which was so damn firm. Finally, they paused.

  “It's too bad we don't have a bedroom nearby,” muttered Sally. Desmond kissed her again, “Everything we need is right here.” He opened the car door, sat in the driver's seat and unzipped his pants. His dick flopped out like a massive eel.

  Sally swallowed hard. She looked at the massive erection that awaited her and pictured the black meat going up inside her. It was Desmond's voice that awakened her from her trance:

  “Do you want it?” His voice was husky.

  Sally broke her statue-like state and moved into the vehicle. Her body tingled. “Yes,” she finally said, “I most definitely want it.”

  After closing the door, she rolled up her skirt and slid onto Desmond, gently guiding his thickness inside her. She gasped. Holding tightly to her ass Desmond began lifted and placed her on top of him.
Her juices began flowing instantly. She’d had fantasies of this kind of encounter before, which made it all the more exciting. Straddling him, Sally bounced up and down with utter joy. She could feel Desmond sucking on her nipples; it thrilled her. With the windows rolled up, the two panted to their hearts' content. His body was rock hard, while hers was soft and tender; and, they welcomed each other’s' feel. Sally continued riding him, lost in the pinnacle of ecstasy. His hands were busy, expertly exploring her body; caressing her buttocks, her hips, her back. She quivered with pleasure. Her mouth moved to his thick, muscular neck, sucking and licking frantically. His skin was warm and salty. Finally, she felt Desmond grip her ass firmly; He was about to cum. She held his head between her breasts and arched her back feeling her own orgasm searing throughout her body as he struggled to ensure that she would take in every last drop of him. His juices shot up into her. When they finished, they stared at each other amid heavy breathing, kissed one more time, and then let their bodies rest there against each other.

  Chapter 3

  Over the course of the next few weeks, Sally and Desmond were together almost every night. They had grown much closer since their first outing and had gone on several “pleasure trips” as they referred to their encounters. Even so, Sally was hesitant to call what she and Desmond had a relationship. At work they kept things discreet. Sally had found that sex with a “Yardie” such a treat; and she concluded that stamina was just a natural feature in Jamaican men. Her body screamed for him. It was like an addiction. Never before had she relished sex like she did now. But he’d never spoken of a relationship, really. And so – was it pride or fear? Neither had she.

  Both she and Desmond had exchanged the keys to their homes so that either one could avail themselves of sex should they feel the need. One night Desmond had come by and pelted her against the kitchen sink, leaving her thoroughly drained and satisfied. But why did she feel this emotional turmoil, she wondered? She had a great job, lived in a beautiful, warm country, and was suddenly experiencing a sex-life more enhanced than she could ever have dreamed of. What more could she ask for?

  Desmond continued showing Sally the must-see Jamaican sites as Sally enjoyed such trips. Today they were scheduled to visit the famous Dunn's River falls as well as a place called Dolphin Cove. Desmond had slept over at Sally's apartment the night before, and so they left early the following morning to journey from Kingston to the parish of St. Ann.

  They spent the day with a leisurely drive across the country, occasionally stopping to take pictures. The changing landscape really fascinated Sally. She found the island culture to be profuse, bountiful, and charming. The people she met treated her courteously, especially the man she was riding with.

  “Hey,” Sally announced, “could you pull over to the side of the road?”

  “Sure,” Desmond replied. He pulled over and parked the car. “What's up?”

  Desmond watched as a playful smile formed on Sally's lips. He watched as she inched forward sexily and began unzipping his pants. He liked where this was going. Sally slowly pulled out Desmond's penis and began stroking it until it was full length. She licked her lips and in one go began sucking on his manhood. Slightly caught off guard, Desmond relaxed and let Sally continue to swallow him; her mouth felt amazing. He bundled her wild hair in his hands, and began guiding her head.

  The sound of Sally slurping filled the vehicle. Her head moved sensually up and down like she was kissing a French lover. In truth, she was in love with his cock. She tried to deep-throat him but he was much too large. Considering how well Desmond treated her, she had no trouble returning the favor. Having performed the job well, Sally felt as Desmond's hot liquids sprayed inside her mouth. When she lifted her head, she noticed Desmond staring at her with bated breath and puppy-dog eyes, very much pleased with her performance.

  “You're welcome,” she replied to the grateful expression on his face.

  “My turn,” he purred, with a crooked smile. Pushing her back on the seat, he slowly unbuttoned her shorts, and slid them down her legs. He went straight for her thighs, licking and flicking his tongue against her bare skin. His tongue moved to kiss and lick the soft petals of her pussy, lightning-quick flicks all around the vaginal entrance. Then his tongue retreated and his whole mouth took hold of her vulva and sucked at her labia in long, drawn-out movements.

  She shuddered and groaned, “Oh, baby, fuck me now.” Pulling her to straddle him, then, he penetrated her succulent pussy easily. She groaned as she felt him enter, and they both pumped with all their might. Until their bodies erupted in rapturous spasms together. Panting with ragged breath he lay back, her head on his shoulder, smiling and loving the feeling of being together.

  At Dunn’s River Falls the image of the waterfall was soul-cleansing. They stood at the water's base in knee-deep water amongst all the other visitors. Sally wore a two-piece bathing suit and Desmond wore swim trunks. With his hand around Sally’s waist, Desmond periodically gave her breast a light squeeze when no one was looking. On one occasion, they lay together beneath the surface and kissed underwater.

  Sally tried to search her memory for the last time she was this happy, and could not find a similar period of prolonged bliss. She decided not to overthink things and just stay the course. After all, life had a way of sharply turning corners. She would just enjoy the moment. No promises, no talk of the future, no sweet nothings had been uttered, after all.

  Having taken several pictures and thoroughly enjoyed themselves, Sally and Desmond made their way back to the car and got dressed. Once they were all set and ready to go, they kissed, started up the vehicle, and drove off for Dolphin Cove, which was not terribly far away.

  *

  Sally was pleasantly surprised by Dolphin Cove. As she reached out to touch a dolphin, she was reminded of her visit to Sea World. But Dolphin Cove's tropical flare made it remarkable in its own right. Desmond and Sally watched as the trainers issued commands to the dolphins, who performed with much enthusiasm. They also examined the stingray exhibit. When they had finished viewing the sea creatures, Sally and Desmond took a trip to the other nature exhibit. They noted parrots and large lizards, but it was their encounter with the snake that was truly memorable.

  “Would you like to touch the snake?” the attendant had asked, “It's really quite harmless.”

  “Yeah,” replied Desmond attempting to tease Sally, “I know how much you love to pet snakes.”

  “Do I now?” Sally replied, winking.

  The attendant, who had not recognized the innuendo, enthusiastically moved the large snake toward Sally, who instinctively ran away, leaving Desmond in stitches.

  When they felt that their excursion was satisfactorily completed, the two made their way to the car and began their trip back to Kingston. The radio cranked out hit songs from various Jamaican artists, most of whom Sally had grown accustomed to hearing since she’d arrived on the island. Though they were supposed to be heading home, Sally was surprised when Desmond stopped the car on a secluded beach.

  Desmond led Sally to the shore of the beach. Though they could see a few people gathered in the far distance, they were otherwise completely alone. When Desmond dropped his pants, Sally followed suit and removed all her clothing, flinging them onto the sand. Desmond then laid her gently on the sand as the water from the beach splashed against their bodies. There was no longer a need for words.

  As Desmond looked at her from above, Sally ran her finger across his cheek as if mapping his face in her mind. He lowered his face to nibble at her lips, her breasts, her stomach, and finally her vagina, his tongue searching all her delicate crevices. It made her heart thump and her pussy quiver. Finally, Desmond parted her legs and slid his cock inside of her. She shivered from the sensation. There, on the dark secluded beach, Desmond moved in and out of Sally like a piston, hitting the walls of her vagina with great enthusiasm.

  “Yes, Desmond,” she cried out. “Fuck me! Oh god! Yes! I'm yours.”

 
Her cries made Desmond all the more dedicated. He continued working his hips, maintaining his pace until the milky white cream flowed tenderly from Sally's vagina. Finally, Desmond pulled out and shot his load onto her stomach. She, in turn, trembled uncontrollably as she rotated her hips, relishing the delights of her orgasm. The two embraced each others' bodies, clenching tightly as if to never let go, slippery and wet, covered in each others’ juices. Smelling that earthy, musky smell, listening to the waves brush the shore, sifting sand through her outstretched fingers, Sally felt she was in Paradise.

  “You're an amazing woman, Sally,” Desmond murmured, his chest puffing. “I'm not sure I deserve such a heavenly angel.”

  Sally cupped his face with her hand, “Come on. I'm no angel. And I meant what I said earlier: I'm yours. Just don't break my heart...” She changed her tune, though, when she realized she sounded sad. Anxious to lighten the moment, she took hold of his penis and winked. “And remember to give this to me as often as you can.”