0 comments/ 51298 views/ 25 favorites The Alpha By: The Alpha "Your pussy is alive with desire, Cheryl. I'm going to fuck you now." I rose from my knees and looked at him. "Yes, please. Please fuck me, Scott. I've never wanted a man like I want you." And then I just kissed him, and he kissed me back, passionately and deeply. God, I wanted this man. In a more sober moment, I would have been ashamed, but I was well past any feeling of shame. Scott rose to his full 6'4" height and took me in his arms, and then lifted and carried me to his bedroom and I wrapped my arms around his neck – the lamb being carried to the slaughter, but I no longer cared as he laid me on his bed. I looked up at him and knew that in a moment he would enter me. His penis jutted out almost obscenely from his body and although I should have been looking lovingly into his eyes, I couldn't take my eyes off of his sac, which hung low and swayed with his every motion. And I wanted the virility that they produced to fill me. No woman was ever more ready to give her body to a man than I was at that moment. And then, he was upon me. Scott took my naked body in his arms, and with a deep kiss, his erection found and pushed past the opening to my vagina. He was, at last, inside of me. He paused for a moment as he bottomed out with his full erect penis inside of me, kissing my cervix, and then he looked me in the eye. "You're mine now." He grinned triumphantly. And he was right. I was his, completely. "I am yours to do with as you please." And as he began to slowly work his cock in and out of me, I melted in pleasure and submission to his lust for me. The touch of his hand on my breasts sent shivers through my body. Scott mounted me like a stallion, his cock like a pile driver as he took all the pleasure he could from my body. My hands grasped his slender, muscled ass as he repeatedly drove into me. I was absolutely lost in pleasure and when my first orgasm hit me, I could do nothing but cry out in passion. I cared for nothing but my own pleasure, and desperately wanted this alpha male to continue his ministrations to my body. My surrender to lust, his and mine, was now complete. I simply wanted him to fuck me. And he did, without pause and with a pace that was breathtaking. I lost all sense of time as Scott pleasured himself. I was a receptacle for his lust, nothing more. I relaxed and allowed him to completely have his way with me, receiving the demand of his bare cock in complete and utter submission. Scott was in complete control as his body rose and fell with each thrust. Forget the dress, the flirtatious messages, and the playful banter – this was the end result – a man fucking a willing woman. And I was now completely in the powerful embrace of this stud. He was having his way with me and I was content to submit to his sexual demands. And I was deeply content to be giving and receiving pleasure from such a man. And then, in the blur of my own passion, I heard him say clearly, "I'm going to cum inside of you, Cheryl. I'm going to mark you." And in an instant, I cleared my mind and told him of my readiness. "Take me, Scott. I am ready." As I looked at him, he kissed me deeply and then I felt him bury his full erection inside of me. I felt him shudder for a moment and then I knew as his lips pressed into mine that he was ejaculating inside of my vagina. My hands grasped his muscled ass he clenched as he offered a powerful first spurt of his ultra virile sperm deep inside of me. I moaned in pleasure as my hand found and lightly caressed his powerful balls. He emptied their contents with repeated jets of his seed inside of my unprotected pussy. Scott was inseminating me, which both of us wanted and which was the end result of our online dance of desire and flirtation. And as he filled me with his cum, I experienced a second and even more intense orgasm, my throbbing cervix drawing the tens of millions of his sperm cells deep inside of my uterus. This was more than fucking; this was a true mating. And I experienced for the first time in my life the joy of receiving the liquid essence of a man. As Scott completed his release, I was conscious of the smell and feel of his sweat, which coated his muscled body as he gave it up completely inside of me. And then he relaxed his body on top of me and I knew that he was done, at least for now. He broke the kiss and yet he stayed inside of me, and, as I felt the pressure inside of me lessen, I knew that his climax was complete – at least for the moment. And then, he withdrew his spent penis from me and rolled to the side, I felt the most incredible connection and hoped that he would hold me, which he did. It felt so good to be in his powerful arms as he whispered endearments in my ear, telling me how much he had enjoyed having me. His arms enveloped me as I felt the first warmth of his ejaculate ooze from by body and trickle down my thighs. There was no mistaking that I had been truly marked by Scott. "Sorry, I couldn't hold back. I don't usually cum so quickly," he whispered in my ear. "I'm glad that you didn't, Scott. Do you know how much it excites me that you couldn't hold back?" And I meant it. I couldn't have been more satisfied as a woman knowing that my charms were such that he had to orgasm inside of me before he was truly ready. I nestled in his arms, my head resting on his massive chest. As I dozed contentedly in his embrace, my hand found and caressed his powerful, spent sac, whose contents I now carried gladly in my pussy. And then I slept. I was only dimly aware of Scott moving on top of me again in the night, requiring my body once more. My legs parted easily as he mounted me again. My pussy was awash in his semen and that, with my own juices, allowed for him to penetrate me easily. I slowly awakened from my slumber as I received his thrusting cock inside of my pussy, pulling him to me so that I could kiss this stallion who was taking me once more. And he mounted me with a renewed vigor to which I responded completely. He pulled me on top of him and bade me to pleasure myself on his cock, which was buried inside of me. And I did, as he helped himself to my breasts, which were bared to him. I moved so as to maximize my pleasure, and let go of my inhibitions as I came once, twice, and finally three times on his engorged cock. I collapsed finally in his arms, my mouth finding his as my breasts flattened against his chest. Scott was incredibly responsive, returning my kiss, while continuing to piston my pussy. Then, in one motion, he moved me to my knees. He caressed my vulva, found it ready, and then entered me. His hands roughly caressed my hanging breasts as he repeatedly sheathed and unsheathed his penis in my vagina. "You love this, don't you bitch?" he said as he fucked me. "Oh, god, yes!" I replied as he continued his rhythmic insertions. Scott pounded me without a care to my needs, taking every ounce of pleasure that I could offer. I had become nothing more than receptacle to this man and I knew it. And I didn't care. I only wanted him to fuck me. And he did. And then, with a final push inside of me, I knew that he was cumming inside of me. I heard him moan at the same time as I felt him bury himself to the hilt inside of my vagina, feeling the pressure against my cervix. And then he came. And as I relaxed my body, I felt the pressure of his pelvis against mine and knew that he was sending out repeated volleys of his seed inside of me as he slammed against me. And, as I had done that first time, my body responded with an orgasmic response to his seeding, my cervix dilating and drawing his liquid offering deep inside of me – my desire primal and unbidden. And after a few torturous moments, he withdrew his softening cock from my body. And all that remained were the tens of millions of sperm cells that I now carried deep inside of me. As Scott once more lay spent beside me, I could do nothing more than lay quietly and hope for rest from our exertions. And so I slept, more deeply this time, wondering when and if he would require my body once more. But he slept, and though I touched and caressed him several times through the night, he didn't respond. Finally, as the light of dawn came through his shades, I awoke and as I looked as his naked body, I wanted him again. I moved and pressed my sex into his legs as I kissed him with desire. Finally, he awoke, and looked at me for a few seconds and then smiled. "Enjoyed being with you. Enjoyed having you. But I've got a date in a few hours. Time for you to go." And he continued to smile. And I knew immediately what I meant to him. I was just a fuck. And within a few seconds I processed what that meant. And I went from anger to acceptance. "What's her name", I asked passively. "Elaine," he answered with a smirk. And that was all. The reality of it all made hit me in an instant. But I wasn't upset – quite the contrary. I was aroused knowing that he would soon be with another woman. I didn't bother to assess my reasons; I simply accepted his explanation as to why he wouldn't fuck me again. I moved closer to him. "You deserve all of the women you can have." And I meant it. I really did. The reality of the nature of the man with whom I had mated twice, hit me powerfully. Why should I expect or require him to be other than who he was. But, still, I was alive with desire. "I'm yours whenever you want." And I kissed him and he responded in kind. "You are mine. And I will require your body again." And with that, he pulled away and started to dress. And so did I. I slipped out of his bed and wordlessly slipped on my shift and without so much as a word, walked to the door and walked out, my pussy brimming with his sperm – as he prepared to bed another woman. While I delighted in having given myself to Scott, I also felt used. But I didn't care, really I didn't. I only knew that I had for the first time in my life given my body and my soul to a true alpha male, a bull, and I knew that he stripped me of all of my defenses, his cock having penetrated my body as truly as his manly desires had entered my soul. And I knew as I walked the walk of shame to my car in the early morning hours, that I was his whenever he wanted me. And I looked back and wondered when I would return to him – as I knew that I would. And when I returned home, after some thought, I cancelled my membership on the swingers site. What was the point, after all, of offering myself when I had so clearly given myself to one man? And for the rest of the day, I wondered how I measured up to this Elaine – and would I ever hear from Scott again? And, as I did, I felt from time to time, the wetness he had left behind inside of me welled up and trickled down my thighs. I wanted only him. And I was both upset and puzzled as to why. Was I in love with him? If so, I was in for a world of hurt, for Scott certainly had a stable of women and I was for him simply another conquest. I thought long and hard on this simple truth. I had given my precious treasure to a man who had offered nothing more to me than his service as a stud. And when I felt completely low, a text from him the next day lifted my spirits completely. "Elaine didn't compare to you. Come back to my bed. Now." It should have bothered me that he should treat me as some kind of slut. It should have angered me that he would have the nerve to ask for me again after servicing another woman. It should have made me indignant that having had the nerve to tell me to leave the other morning, he had not only fucked this Elaine, whoever she was, but had been matter-of-fact in telling me so. It should have truly infuriated me that his seed was teeming in this other woman, as it was in me at the very moment of his message. Yes, this was all true. But the truth was, he was all the more man for having done so. My fingers trembled as I punched out my instant reply. "Yes. On my way." I no longer had any pride. I had only desire.