Alpha's Pack: ALPHA MALE SWINGER'S ROMANCE

by Bree Branigan

  Megan giggled

  “Seriously, what?” barked Jennifer

  “You are going to die. Look in the mirror.” Megan said.

  Jennifer pulled down the visor to reveal a huge hickey on her neck. “Son of a bitch!” she said, as they both laughed.

  Chapter 9

  Jennifer met Vince in a chat room. Cursed with insomnia, she was trying to wind down. Amidst all of the perverts trying to get her to activate her camera (something she was staunchly against), she was contacted by Vince. He was the only one trying to talk to her like normal. He had a pic and said up front that he did not want to cam. The chat flowed, and they moved the conversation to text. Soon they were exchanging pics and talking on the phone. Vince was a Pacific Islander with model looks. He seemed very laid back and reserved.

  “How about coming over to my place?” he asked her one day. It was a Saturday, and Jennifer wasn’t working. In fact, it had been a lazy morning of drinking coffee and chatting with Christie.

  “Sure! Sounds good!” Jennifer threw on some nice, tight jeans, a sexy little shirt and carefully fixed her face, adding a generous spray of perfume.

  *

  Vince greeted her at the door, and took her into a cozy living room filled with overstuffed furniture, and tasteful accessories.

  It wasn’t long before she and Vince were cuddling and watching a movie. But that was all. He explained to her that he had to know a person before he became intimate

  “Different . . .” thought Jennifer, deciding that the closeness was a great warmup for next time.

  *

  Over the next few weeks Vince and Jennifer went out for dinner and occasionally. Each time he walked her to her door and kissed her good night.

  Just as she was beginning to wonder if he was gay, Halloween arrived. Jennifer decided to stay home to watch scary movies while Christie (and the rest of the complex) were at the clubhouse party. She planned to join later in the evening, perhaps. A long week at work had worn her out, but one nap later and she was getting into her Lara Croft costume. Just then, Vince called and said he needed to see her.

  When he arrived he was dressed as James Dean. He smelled incredible. He kissed her passionately as she opened the door. Then, gently taking her hand, Vince walked her out to the patio and pulled her pants down. Jennifer quickly separated one of the bar stools from her patio set, perched on it and drew him close, unbuttoning, unzipping his pants and pulling them down. He thrust inside of her as he grabbed her hair and kissed her hard. They fucked like it was a scene out of a movie; so rapid and deep that her eyes rolled back in her head. They both yelled as they came, drowned out by the blaring clubhouse music and horror movie in the background. This shy guy had bottled up his attraction and let it all loose in one moment. He finished the movie with her and they headed down to the party.

  As they walked into the room, hair tousled, eyes shining, Jennifer could see the envy in her friends’ eyes.

  “What an awesome Halloween!” she thought to herself.

  *

  Once loosened up, this guy was crazy kinky. Role play was a new adventure he was leading her on, starting with a messenger at the door who arrived an hour before she was supposed to go out to dinner with Vince.

  It was a big shiny black box, clearly from a clothing store, but there was no marking. Jennifer excitedly pulled on the big, hot-pink ribbon and let it fall to the floor as she opened the box. She pushed apart the tissue paper to reveal an invitation. It was from Vince. He requested her presence in one hour at his house. She was to wear the outfit he had picked out for her. That and nothing but a coat. A car would pick her up.

  Jennifer liked her new little mission. She delved into the box to reveal a black lace, see-through nightie and matching crotchless panties. As she was told, she dressed in only those two garments with a trench coat over them, and walked to the car. The driver was waiting and he opened the door for her.

  After she was seated, he handed her another envelope that said “I am glad that you have completed the first part of your mission. Please enjoy the party favors I have prepared for you. When you get to the house, you will find an envelope taped to the front door containing the next part of your mission.” Jennifer smoked the joint and enjoyed a snifter of Hennessy as she relaxed.

  The next envelope read “Please take off your coat, go to my bedroom, and lay down under the covers like you are going to bed. There is a mask on the nightstand. Wear it. I will be up shortly with the surprise in your scenario. You are only allowed to do as I say form this point on.”

  Within minutes she sensed a presence in the room. A gloved hand was over her mouth.

  A man’s voice whispered malevolently, “Do as I say and I won’t kill you. I am going to remove my hand and you’d better not scream”. Jennifer nodded wildly. She remained frozen as she felt her hands being bound behind her back. Then her feet. She felt the cool metal of a knife running down her nightie as he slit it open. Two familiar hands grabbed her huge tits, and rotated, caressing them, licking them.

  He leaned over her and whispered “Oh, you are such a good little slut doing what you’re told”. He raised her straddled thighs in the air and placed them over his shoulder as he knelt, his knees rubbing up next to her ass. He lifted her pussy into his mouth and parted her lips as he dangled his tongue wildly up and down. She could hear him exclaim “mmmm”. He then pulled her closer so he could stick his cock in. Her ass was resting on top of his thighs. The angle was amazing as he drilled her. He then pulled her upright and grabbed her neck as they climaxed.

  “What a rush!” she exclaimed as he removed her mask.

  Jennifer observed how the element of danger really played into her heightened arousal. She would have never agreed up-front to role-play rape if he had asked, but she was so glad he did it. The feminist in her was stomping in outrage but her inner whore was applauding. And since the whore had her ear, the next adventure was not far away.

  *

  She was in a closet, all darkness. Jennifer felt the wall against her back. Hanging scarves tickled her face. Her stomach was churning. “Just our little secret. . . would destroy everyone . . . “ *

  Chapter 10

  Jennifer was becoming lonely and decided to go back to the personals. She found an ad from a guy who ran an IT consulting business from his home. Having a sapiosexual side to her sexuality was a new insight for Jennifer. She found herself drawn to men that she found mentally stimulating. This was a new chapter in her love life.

  Carlos was handsome, make no mistake. A light-skinned Hispanic man with thick brown hair and crystal blue eyes. When they met for coffee she was mesmerized. When he invited her back to his place, she agreed without hesitation. He showed her around his three-bedroom townhouse. At the top of the stairs, there was an office with a massive desk that housed eight monitors. The corner bedroom was his bedroom, a California-king sized bed with dark red sheets. She ran her hands across it, and imagined rolling around naked. He grabbed her hand and showed her the final room which was filled with servers.

  Jennifer was wondering if she had misread him. What kind of man walks a lady to his bedroom and guides her out? She decided to play along. His house, his rules. He took her downstairs to the kitchen. This Latin lover had a tray of tequila shots with salt and lime prepared in the freezer. Jennifer’s reservations that this brainiac would be dull began to fade away. Carlos unbuttoned her blouse to expose her shoulder and ran his tongue along it followed by salt, then placed a lime in her mouth. He licked the salt, did the first shot and took the lime from her mouth, kissing her lightly in the process. Jennifer felt a shiver and it took a moment to collect herself.

  Jennifer licked the inside of his wrist sensually as she made eye contact, added salt, grabbed the shot and lime as she dropped to her knees. She licked the salt, did the shot and, with the lime on her mouth, she French-kissed him deeply. Carlos grabbed her by the ass and lifted her up to sit her on the counter. He kissed her passionately. They finished
the tray of shots and moved to the sectional couch. He sat on the chaise and pulled her between his legs with her back to him.

  He licked her neck as he whispered “I want you”. Standing up he pulled her to her feet. He hiked up her silky skirt to pull her panties down, and pulled her toward him. His hands were wandering inside of her. Jennifer unbuckled and removed his pants with intensity. Carlos pulled her onto his lap so that she was straddling him. He gripped her ass and pushed his cock deep inside her.

  Whispering in her ear he said, “Look at me” and pulled her face to his. “I want to watch your eyes as you submit to me.” He fucked her deeply as he grabbed her ass hard. Just as she was coming he kissed her and said, “You are mine”.

  *

  The voice droned in Jennifer’s memory. “Baby, you are mine. Only mine. Always mine . . .”

  Jennifer screamed. “No, Mama! No more! No!”

  Carlos stood stock still. His eyes filled with tears. Taking Jennifer in his arms he stroked her back, her hair, her bottom. Jennifer found this so sexy. Then he lifted her up and started fucking her against the wall, all the while keeping eye contact and kissing her passionately.

  Jennifer had never felt This before. This connection was mental, emotional and physical at the same time.

  She knew she was on a whole other level with this guy. He kept her coming back for more. “What will happen?” she wondered. Jennifer was ready to follow this new journey. For a small-town girl who had never let loose it had been quite a ride!

  The end

  Ridden by a Harley

  Chapter One

  Twenty-one looked really good on Leigh. This wasn’t only because of her Upper-Eastside Manhattan upbringing, which ensured that she had everything her little heart desired, but because she was just a really pretty girl. She wasn’t a natural blonde, but blonder looked great on her, and this, coupled with her perfect breasts, and tight perky ass, made her an exceptionally attractive female. Not that she thought so. Knobby knees, flabby thighs, and a muffin top! she thought as she stood surveying herself, frowning, in front of her full-length mirror.

  She had a few friends; three to be exact, and these girls were closer to her than even her own parents. Dan Harper, her father, was always traveling for business, and Jen Harper, her mother, was always at one social event or another. So, for most of her life she’d been raised by nannies and caregivers, maids and the rest of the staff at her parents’ very large penthouse. And then, from about the age of sixteen, she and her friends had done a fairly decent job of raising each other.

  Ashely, Heather and Dani were not unlike Leigh. Their parents were always busy, doing everything that they thought necessary to sustain their lifestyles, giving their children credit cards and family names that both carried real weight, and trusting that this would be enough to keep their girls happy. It wasn’t, not really, but all four of the young women had turned out well enough. Leigh, though, had a side to her that was different. Every chance she got, she veered off the beaten track, jumping into things that you would never expect a prissy, Upper-Eastside princess to do. She wasn’t a rebel. She just had a taste for dangerous situations, and for things that would put an incredibly deep frown on her parents’ faces. At ten she’d started a fire with a magnifying glass that entailed calling the fire department. At eleven she’d fallen off the roof of a building being constructed and broken some ribs. At twelve she’d dived into a dumpster, and had to cry for help in order to be rescued. At age thirteen she tried making a bomb in a bag using instructions from the internet. You get the picture.

  And throughout her teen years Leigh was adventurous and experimental with the numerous boys she dated. She’d met the love of her life many times, and then found out that he wasn’t. She tried a delightful variety of types and kinks, and looked toward her adult years with anticipation and just a little dread.

  Chapter Two

  Now she is twenty-one, and she has another rebellious idea that she knows won’t go down well with her friends. They have grown up now, and are, in fact, all in their final year of college. But she knows that nothing has changed for the three girls she considers her family, knowing that they are still so brainwashed by their upbringings that they will find it difficult to venture out into the dark side.

  They are all home for their midyear summer vacation, so they have resumed one of the rituals which they’ve had since they became friends, almost ten years ago. From the time they were ten or eleven, these four girls would go to a spa and get a variety of treatments: massages, manicures, pedicures, facials. They are young, yes, but youth is not an excuse not to spoil yourself, if you are rich!

  Leigh is getting ready for this, in the shower, thinking of the possible responses she will get to her request.

  As she dries herself, and then moisturizes, she feels the excitement of this new idea tugging at her. For most of the year, she is a good girl. She’s been a very good girl in fact, focused on her studies, and keeping her nose relatively clean. But once a year she is allowed to do whatever she wants, and she really wants to share these experiences with her friends. Still, she knows that it will not go down well with them.

  Ashley will probably want to go to Cabo. She’d always loved Cabo, and she would definitely want the four of them to take a trip to this sun-soaked area. It is, after all, the summer, so it just makes sense that she will want to go somewhere with a beach. Her family also owns a place there, and they’ve often had more than just a little fun at the beachfront mansion. Leigh knows that this is what Ashley will try and push, suggesting it in her usual, passive-aggressive way. But Leigh will not be deterred. It is her birthday, and the girls will do what she wants to do.

  Dani, another summer baby, will probably suggest Cancun. They all have fond memories of Cancun, but this is not the type of party that Leigh wants. She doesn’t need the beach, doesn’t need the beachfront bars and restaurants and the five star hotels. And while she loves the diving in Cancun, this is her twenty-first birthday, and she doesn’t plan on spending it floating about in the warm waters of this coastal paradise. They can always go to Cancun some other time; any time, in fact. She wants to do something dirty and dangerous to mark this milestone in her life.

  Heather is different. She loves the snow. She really loves the snow. So she will probably suggest a trip to the Swiss or French Alps. Ashley and Dani will hate this. Leigh wouldn’t mind, at least not normally. She is as at home in the snow as she is in the water, so a trip to the French Alps would be nice. Another time, though. Not this time. Not this weekend. Come Friday, she plans on going somewhere she has always wanted to go, and she plans on going there with all three of her friends.

  As she leaves the penthouse, a town car is waiting for her downstairs. In she hops. She starts to go through the conversation she will have with her friends in her head. She tries to sound as convincing as she can, at least to herself, knowing that it will take a lot more than just her smooth tongue and pretty face to convince the girls. They will really need to be sold on the idea, and if not, she knows that they will do it rather begrudgingly. That wouldn’t be much fun.

  Leigh cares about what her friends think. She cares about what makes them happy and comfortable. But she also wishes that they would step out of their comfort zones occasionally, of their own accord, without any coercion from her. She isn’t holding her breath, though, knowing that you can take the girl out of Manhattan, but it is much more difficult to evict Manhattan from the girl. The idea that she can un-Manhattan her friends is one that she has given up on a long time ago.

  Still, she is determined to try as often as the opportunity arises, and these opportunities arise only on her birthday!

  Arriving at the spa, she sees all three of them already there, already in thick, luxurious, white robes, ready to start the day of equally luxurious pampering treatments. After their usual air kisses and casual pleasantries, Leigh gets undressed, donning her own robe, ready for the day, and also ready for the barrage of suggestions t
hat her friends are obviously dying to make. She knows that she will have to let them down easily, not wanting to hurt any of their feelings, but knowing that she will not recant on the idea that had firmly taken root in her mind!

  Chapter Three

  “So, I was thinking,” Dani starts, and Leigh holds her breath. Here we go, she thinks. It is starting already. Dani doesn’t even wait for them to finish their massages, speaking as soon as the masseuse lays her hands on her beautiful back.

  “Let me guess, Cancun?” Leigh says, cutting straight to the chase and nipping Dani’s suggestion in the bud immediately.

  “How did you know?” Dani asks, sounding like she’s had the wind knocked out of her sails. She really doesn’t want to be predictable, but that is clearly what she is.

  “And Ash, Cabo… Heather, the French Alps?” Leigh continues, sounding like she is able to read their minds, because all of them lift their heads from their massage tables and look over at her. She still has her head in the head pocket of the table, not wanting to see their shocked faces.