Since my first interracial experience with Michael, I have become aware of the power of the Black Alpha Male. Michael warned me that select black men can sense my openness to being “taken,” yet he didn’t explain how they know.
I was shopping at Target for Halloween accessories for a party we were attending. It was eight PM, and the store was moderately busy. A few customers walked past me, as did two employees. I was focused on my shopping, yet I noticed the employees were young black men. They didn’t seem to notice me, and I returned to my shopping.
There was a squeak, a wheel on a cart another employee was pushing full of boxes. I looked up and saw another young black man, after a quick glance I returned to my shopping. The squeaky wheel was coming closer and then stopped near me.
The young man asked, “Sorry ma’am, could you move in a little so I can get by?”
I moved closer to the shelves and looked at the young man, the voice didn’t match his body. His voice was deep, yet he was tall and lean. Maybe I looked at him a second too long, and when I returned to looking through the greeting cards, I felt a chill. The cart with the squeaky wheel hadn’t moved.
I heard the deep voice quietly but confidently ask, “Ma’am, are you seeking something dark, ma’am?” He added, “Maybe I can help, ma’am.”
Stunned, and yet feeling his line somewhat comical, I was at a loss for how to respond. From a grown man, I may have laughed, but this was a young man, maybe eighteen years old. He was confident, he stood behind me, and he wanted a reply.
His voice was slightly impatient, “Ma’am, do you want a man like me or not?”
I felt an urge well up inside me, the same feeling I felt with Michael. I put the greeting card back on the shelf and turned toward this young man, shaking inside. His grin told me he knew my answer, and I simply nodded.
He was tall and lean, with a baby face and soft eyes, a killer grin, and that deep voice, that didn’t match his body but was so sexy. He knew all of this, he stood there confident and strong, I was shaking. Michael warned me, yet he didn’t warn me that alpha males could be so young.
It felt like we stood there for an hour but it was just a moment.
He confidently said, “I get a break in fifteen minutes, come by the back entrance. I’ll be waiting, Ma’am.”
He didn’t wait for an answer as he pushed the squeaky cart to the back of the store. I looked around, someone had to see us talking, but the aisle was clear. I heard the cart push through a door into the backroom and then it was quiet. Did this really happen or was this my imagination?
A customer walked by, and I realized I was staring at the door that this young man had just entered. Another employee walked by and entered the same door. I wondered what these people thought as I stared at the door.
I had to make a fast decision, become prey to this young alpha male or flee into the night.
This was the fourth time I felt like prey to a strong alpha male, the first being with Michael. A wolf pack is led by alpha males that can sense weak prey from a distance. How did this young man, his name tag said he was Tony, know that I was vulnerable to his advances? With the other encounters with these strong men, I felt they could handle rejection easily, with a “nothing ventured nothing gained” attitude.
It was as if I was on autopilot as I walked toward the entrance to the store. My body was leading me to my car, the decision was made, leaving my half-filled shopping cart behind in the aisle.
Entering my car, my brain sent signals to drive off, my husband would be home in an hour, so go soak in my jacuzzi and forget this young man. Yet, I drove to the back of the store instead and waited. The urge was strong, I was drawn to this young man, Tony.
I saw Tony exit the store with two other men, of similar age, black. I didn’t want to be gang-banged; was that what Tony had in mind? I sat in my car and watched as the other men wandered off, leaving Tony by himself. He stood by the employee entrance, not even looking for me. He was checking his phone. Damn, he was confident, with an attitude of “either I was there, or I wasn’t.” He displayed a sense of not caring.
The urge bested me, it was now or never, and I wanted him. I drove up to the entrance, he grinned and got in, and directed me to a far corner of the parking lot, near some dumpsters.
He finally spoke and said, “The name was Tony, you’re a pretty lady, ma’am.”
He was polite, I had to admit, even if his lines were immature.
I replied, “How old are you, Tony?”
He replied, “Seventeen ma’am, how old are you, ma’am?”
Before I could reply, we parked by a dumpster, away from any other people. My brain made one more attempt, telling me he might rob me or kill me. I shuddered, what did I get myself into, a dark corner of a parking lot, and that was when I felt his hand on my breast. “Go away brain!” The urges won, and I wanted Tony.
I helped him and removed my blouse and bra, and then he motioned for us to move to the back seat of my spacious Land Rover. Topless, I got out of the car and quickly entered the backseat. His hands were all over me, squeezing my breast and pinching my nipples. He was immature, his touches were of a young man, not a skilled lover. Yet, I moaned and felt wet, I wanted this young man.
He tugged at the snaps to my jeans, and I slipped them off and gave him access to my wet pussy. Again, his touches were raw but effective. However, he knew where to touch me inside my eager pussy. Someone must have taught him, teaching him some of the basics. He had much more to learn as he pulled at my panties. I slipped them off before his aggressive hands ripped them off me. Naked in the back of my car, I finally saw the young man, hungry and excited. His confidence shell was gone, he looked like a seventeen-year-old, nervous with anticipation. Somehow this made him more appealing, he was an immature alpha male.
I took control, unbuttoning his Target emblazoned shirt. Lean yet all muscle, I kissed and caressed his strong hairless chest. I moved lower and felt his hard cock through his jeans. I was now the aggressor, and he was now my prey, at least for a moment.
He undid his jeans and slid them off, revealing his large, thick uncut cock. Tony’s naked body, from what I could see in the dark backseat, was strong, and sexy. This was a man that had a lot of conquests in his future. I wondered how many women came before me.
He said he had to get back in twenty minutes and grabbed my head and hair, pulling me towards his magnificent young cock. He was dominant once again, controlling my motions as he fucked my mouth hard. Because our time was short, he worked my mouth hard, my tongue moved all over his young cock, and my hand reached for his large balls.
I wanted his cock inside my hungry pussy, and while I was trying to remove his cock from my mouth he came. His body became rigid as he came hard, spurt after spurt, filling my mouth with his warm thick sticky seed. I tried to swallow his come as more was pouring into my mouth. It was impossible to swallow all his seed, and as he withdrew, his last spurts landed on my face.
Yet, his cock was still hard, and I felt this was my opportunity to get his large shaft into my pussy. I was wet, shifting my body, he understood what I was doing as he pushed his massive cock into me. I noticed him glance at his watch and knew this had to be a fast fuck.
He was on top of me, giving me a nice view of his strong young body and his dark cock as he entered my pink, wet pussy. I urged him to fuck me hard, and as his cock slammed my cervix, I had strong orgasms. I was a wild woman as this hungry man pounded me, making me moan, my body moving uncontrollably.
Then his body got rigid once again. I could see in his boyish face, he was coming again.
When his body relaxed, he slipped his cock out of my relieved pussy. He was about to wipe his cock against my leg when I pushed him back and began to lick him clean. I needed more, yet Tony had to return to work.
We dressed and he instructed me to drive him to the employee entrance, yet he remained in the backseat as I moved back to the front, again topless as my bra and blouse were on the front floor. I left the bra and put on my blouse and drove the short distance to the back door. There were four or five employees hanging out by the door as I drove up in my Land Rover. Tony stepped out, and I noticed the group of black men checking out Tony and my fancy car.
Tony knocked on my window; until now, I felt anonymous to this group of men. Tony wanted to reveal his conquest to these men, I guessed, as I rolled down the window. My hair and make-up were a total disaster, along with the drying seed on my face. Tony leaned in, I thought he was going for a kiss, but instead, he reached for my breast and gave it a squeeze. With his cold hands on my breast and boyish face with an electric smile, I wanted more of this young man.
I forgot the group of men as I asked, “Tony, let me have your text number, I want you again, please Sir.”
Still groping my breast, he agreed, and I shakily typed in his number. I showed him the phone and he said I got it.
As he released my swollen breast, he said, in a low voice, “Thank you, Ma’am, text me soon, ok ma’am.”
Perhaps he was playing for his audience, as I began to drive off, he added, in a louder almost angry voice “Damn, white slut!”
