Cassie Loves Alphas Ch 02

{Girlfriend sharing, hate hate hate, 1 bomb yada yada, ho hum. Read part one to make any sense of the rest of this.}

Part 2 - The Stranger

True to his word, Frank kept it to a blowjob the next time we were together. I met him (on time) in the parking lot as ordered. I had my tits out for him while I blew him. He actually backhand complimented me that I was "getting a little better," after he blew into my mouth. "You'll get to be good cocksucker one day, I'm sure of it. For now you are my mouth slut."

He was right, that's just what I was, a slut mouth for him to fill. Somehow his will made me promise I'd be back again....and again. I loved having another cock to suck, especially for such a dominant man. It felt wonderful being used like that, though I needed more. I still had an inkling he wasn't totally firm on that whole "no intercourse," thing, but we'd have to see.

Paul was constantly excited, but, as part of a plan he himself formulated he said we couldn't fuck, as much as I could see it frustrate him. He said he had an idea and to, "trust him." I totally did, I knew whatever it was would be fantastic. Everything that had happened had made me feel horny and alive, it obviously worked him up as well. Saturday rolled around and he told me to "gussy up." He likes using dated and old man terms. I wonder if he knew how much I loved the older guy thing.

"Where are we going?"

"You need your sweet little pussy fucked, right?"

"I do, I really do," I admitted shamefully.

"And we both have the "stranger" thing on our fantasy list."

I nodded.

"Finally, you seem to really dig alpha types. So, I have the perfect scenario. We're going to the Royal Lounge by the airport. It always has tons of businessmen who are just that type. Let's do the thing where you sit at the bar and I'll sit close and watch guys come up and hit on you. Over time, we'll pick one and....let whatever happens, happen."

I could feel my pussy stirring. I needed a good fucking. I hadn't had one since the first night I sucked Frank off. All my apprehension that I'd normally have went out the window while my pussy was screaming for me to do it. Plus, here he was, after his moments of indecision and regret, pushing me, even guiding me to do it.

I had the perfect strapless black dress with a slit up the side. It fit our situation well because it could come off as both classy, and slutty, depending on how much cleavage or leg I showed. Paul muttered his delight as he watched me dress.

"God, some guy is going to get...THAT tonight," he groaned as he played with himself.

"That's right," I said, egging him on. "Some guy is going to have this tight pussy while you are....somewhere, whacking yourself off. HE gets my pussy, YOU get your hand. In FACT," I stressed, starting to really enjoy the teasing, "that's ALL you get tonight. I've saving everything else for the guy you are so willing to hand me to."

"Fuck," he moaned. Still, I noticed there was no protest. He was as into it as I was. I did love that he was taking charge in a way himself, as if he'd taken notes on how Frank was. As I said, nothing turns me on more than being "made" to do things.

The Royal was indeed an airport bar, but it was very upscale. It wasn't just business men, but pilots, and a number of the "social elite," types on their way from one hub to another. Since it was a Saturday, we knew the bar would be hopping. It really was. I wasn't even able to get a spot at the bar at first, until an elderly gentleman let me have his seat, but only after allowing me to "let" him buy me a drink. I could see Paul watching as if asking himself, "Is THIS going to be the guy?" It wasn't, I mean, I dig older guys and their control, but this guy had to be 78 if a day, though....in my head.....in my slutty pride I wondered if I could get a guy like that off. He truly was a gentleman, however, he had no designs on me. He walked off with a smile just from pleasant conversation. That left me wide open, the vultures started circling. There was almost a line forming for guys to ply their pick up lines on me, including the young, Greek looking bartender (again, not trying to be racist, I just guessed he was Greek) who was enjoying the cleavage I was showing.

Paul would text me frequently, asking me about each guy, my thoughts. I had a few nibbles. A few of them kind of made my pussy tickle, thinking of what they might want from me. I liked having such a variety to choose from. I teased Paul about it. The only break I'd get was when I was on the phone. I called Paul.

"ALL these guys want a piece of this kitty," I taunted.

"Any idea on who?"

"I'm looking for just that right one. I've been aching for this for awhile now, thanks to you. I need to get fucked and fucked just right."

"Right, you need your alpha guy. You need it bad. I have a game for you."

"Okay?"

"I know how much you want Frank's dick in you. Since you can't have that..."

"Yet...," I interrupted.

"Right, yet, I want you to pick out the guy most like him and let him fuck you."

"How do I know he'll be like Frank?"

"Pick the crudest, most forward guy, find out specifically what he'd do to you....then allow him to."

"Oh fuck," I groaned. That got me wet. I did love his dirty mind and his ability to stroke me with his words alone. We really are closer in mind than I think he even knows.

There was already a guy. He was a pilot, cocky as fuck. He'd given me the "angel fell from heaven," line or something, smirking the whole time while he looked directly down my top. Sure, in my head I'd already considered him, due to my nature. But now, almost being "made" to do it, made it all hotter for me.

He came back. This time I allowed him to buy me a drink. I noticed the bartender was really making them strong. I think he had designs on me as well. I was actually glad Paul was close, in case I got roofied or something.

We had some playful sexual banter and innuendo about the size of the drink glass or the shape of the straw or something.

"Love those heels," he whispered in my ear.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, trying to help him along. I wanted him to prove what type of guy he was. He was going to have to make it happen.

"And that dress, wow. You have really nice legs."

I let the slit on the side fall even more so that he could see my leg, pretty much all the way up to nearly my panties. He seemed emboldened by my willingness and he got bolder, as I'd hoped.

"And those tits are spectacular, at least what I can see of them," he grinned mischievously.

I was about to open the top a bit more to allow him to see more but we got interrupted by another couple of guys he knew, they chatted, flirted with me, ogled, then went to a table. John (the pilot) walked back towards the me on his way to the restroom.

He whispered in my ear, "I said I love those heels."

I nodded.

"I'd like to see you in them....ONLY them, with them pointed at the ceiling. I have a room here."

He walked away while my pussy fluttered. Paul walked up and I told him what had happened. "God, what an egotistical jerk," I said, my face still a bit red.

"Right, the exact kind you like to please," he said with a sarcastic smirk.

"I think he's the one," I admitted, still flushed. "I think he's going to have my pussy, baby. I think I'm going to get fucked in just my heels, if he just closes the deal."

"I'll be close," Paul assured me. "Text me when you can."

"I will, are you sure you want this?" I said breathlessly, even at that moment when I knew I wasn't going to back out no matter what.

He gave me the thumbs up with kind of a sad smile. "God, I wish that man would just accept who we are and get with the program," I thought. I shooed him away as John approached.

John leaned in. "Is that guy bothering you?"

I almost laughed at how cute it was that this big strong man was trying to protect me, while at the same time had thoughts of totally defiling me.

"No, he was just some nerd," I lied.

"Listen, I have a room, 4027. If you are the type I believe you are, I'll see you there in five minutes. If you are a whore, I've got the money, don't worry, but I see you more as the frustrated housewife type."

"Really?" I asked, interested in his pitch, crude as it was.

"Yes. I think you like to go out, flirt, get all worked up, then go home and if your limp, pencil dicked husband can get it up, you try to get off that way."

"Or I'm a paid whore," I quipped.

He could tell I was not. He could also tell I wasn't slapping his face or telling him no in any way. He swooped in for the kill.

"I think you need a man, a real man. You need someone to tell you what to do, how to do it. You want someone who is capable of giving you what you need."

"And you think you are that guy?" I challenged.

He just gave me a cocky smile. "I'll be in my room in five minutes. When you arrive, and you WILL, I want you to strip to just your heels the moment you step in the door."

I gave him a smirk right back. "And you think I'll just do it?"

Confidently, he smugly grinned. "I'll be sitting on the edge of the bed, just drop to your knees, I'll be ready for you." He walked away proudly.

"What. An. Ass." I told Paul what he'd said when he walked up. I was finishing my drink.

Paul had that lustful foggy look I recognized. "I'll be around."

"You do NOT expect me to...." I started to protest weakly, almost too transparently as it had to be obvious to him I was hooked.

"You are, and you will. Lastly, you WANT to, I'll bet you are soaked right now (I was, totally).

"Let's just go home and you can give it to me so good," I purred in his ear. I just felt the need to keep challenging him to prove his assent.

"I'd love that," he sighed, "you just....need this."

I hoped he wasn't quite as resistant as usual to this idea since it was his to begin with.

"Plus, you told me I couldn't have any until one of them did. Well, this guy will. I'm going to hold you to it as much as it...hurts."

"Are you sure? Your cock would feel so good."

"His will feel better, just because how dirty it'll make you feel." He was right, of course.

I couldn't believe it was happening, even though we'd planned the whole thing. I walked away in a lustful daze. The bartender stopped me.

"Are you all right, miss? Is that guy bothering you, or that other guy, I don't know where he went, are you okay?"

"Damn," I thought, all these guys want to protect me, while still all wanting to bang the shit out of me. I saw Paul still watching me intently. I wanted to do this for him. I took a napkin off the bar and got Jorge, the bartender's number. I wanted to let Paul know that at some point he might have his girlfriend as well. I walked away, my pussy humming along with my brain. Some guy, a guy I'd known for all of ten minutes or so, some guy whose last name I didn't even know was about to bang me into tomorrow and I was so wet that I considered taking off my panties in the elevator. I knew I wasn't going to need them in a minute anyway. I left them on for the time being.

Each step I took brought me closer to our new life. It had started with Jerry, the ex fwb, it continued with Frank, and now this. It would be another barrier broken, another fantasy checked off the list. I thought of some of our other ones, even more extreme, and at that moment realized they were all going to happen at some point. Fuck, I could feel the wetness drip down my inner thighs at that moment. I stood at his door, the fear finally hitting me. "Oh god, it's about to happen.....should I....?" I was asking myself, even while instinctively tapping on his door. It was already open a crack. There was no answer. I took a deep breath and stepped inside. I could only see his knee, around the corner, he was sitting on the bed as he'd promised. I knew he was nude, even though I couldn't see it.

Nervously, my hands were trembling, I pulled my dress off and stepped out of it. I took off my bra and laid it on top of the dress. I had an inspiration that came from...I don't know where. I just felt the need to test him a little, to see if he was the man he built himself up to be. I left my panties on. I gasped for another breath. I was topless, with just my soaked thong and stripper heels. I plunged in, I stepped around the corner. He had the biggest shit eating grin on his face as I approached. I started to say something but he shushed me. "No words," he commanded.

He had an evil look in his eye and that grin still fixed on his face.

"I see someone likes to disobey orders. Come here!" he demanded as if I was a little girl about to be chided.

He stood up and with one big hand he quickly slipped inside my panties and in one smooth yank he ripped them from my body. It actually was the reaction I must've instinctively wanted when I'd made that decision. He slapped me hard on my bare ass as I stood there now naked in front of him, my pussy now boiling from the spank and the situation I'd put myself in.

"You'd better follow orders from now on if you want to sit for the rest of the weekend."

I nodded obediently. I could feel my pussy nearly gush at that.

He pointed to the floor in front of him. I dropped to my knees. I crawled the last few feet until I was between his legs. He had been stroking his cock. It was already firm and proud, he was hard as iron. I took the head in my mouth. It wasn't as big as Frank's or Paul's, but it was beautiful, in it's own way. The shape, the texture, his full balls, he had the whole package. He knew it. Smugly he watched me slather his dick with spit.

In some ways it made it even dirtier without words. I was hoping for more of the "slut" treatment and debasement but this, this was just as shameful. I was nude, sucking the dick of a guy I'd just met, just how he wanted it, while still craving to be talked down to. It just put me at another level of arousal. I thought about Paul, where he was, what he was doing, what he was thinking. I DID care what he thought, no matter how much I wanted things like this. I hoped he'd enjoy it even more than the thing with Frank. I wanted to remember everything, every detail so that I'd keep him loving it, loving me. I guess i just wanted him to be all right with things because I knew I wasn't going back to "normal" any time soon. I was brought back to the current situation with a snap of John's fingers. He just pointed to the bed. I got up and laid on my back. He spread my legs fully. He had me hold them open for him while he eyed me lustfully and stroked his cock. It was as he'd wanted before, me on my back, heels pointed at the ceiling

He climbed in me, that's how it felt, like he was trying to climb all the way into me. I held myself open for him as he plunged in and out of me, deeper with each thrust. His eyes were wild, he watched my tits bounce and dance for him. He took my hands and pinned them down to the bed while he fucked me like I was his. I kept my legs open for him, like I knew he wanted. He teased my tongue with his as he drove into me, making me struggle to try and capture it as it flicked over my lips. His weight was on me, I was totally helpless, being held down and ravaged. I was bucking back into him furiously. He couldn't help it, it was too much for both of us, an orgasm overwhelmed me as he kept bottoming out in me. The sounds of my moaning drove him over the edge as well and he emptied himself fully into me, not bothering to even ask if he could come in me. It just made it hotter. It made me wonder if Paul could even resist taking the sloppy seconds again.

When it was over, I dressed silently, still not wanting to break the sexual trance that had been over me. Finally, he handed me his card while he molested me with his hands. We kissed passionately and giggled like teenagers. His hands were all over my ass and his fingers freely probed me. I pulled away and kissed him one last time. I looked at his business card, it was the first time I knew his last name.

"I know you aren't a whore, now," he laughed. "Otherwise you'd have been in my wallet. Still, you have needs, I can see that. Call or text me if you want more of this. I'm in town every month or so. I also have some friends who'd be interested....if you'd be into that."

I should've been offended but hey, I'd just fucked him after barely knowing him, why SHOULD he not assume I'd fuck just anybody?

"We'll see," I giggled leaving him with a playful shot of my ass as I bent over and lifted the dress one last time.

When the door closed behind me I realized he'd never even asked mine, first OR last. "God, what a slut I am," I grinned. It actually gave me an extra perk.

I ran into Paul at the end of the hallway. I nearly ran to kiss him.

"Oh my god, I can't believe we did that!" I exclaimed, realizing I'd just said "we" and meant it. It WAS for us, for both of us.

"I know, it sounded....pretty intense," he admitted sheepishly. He'd been at the door listening. It was just another way for him to enjoy his own shameful desires.

I had a different appreciation for where we were as a couple now. I felt we needed this, we both wanted this. Normally, I'd have given Paul some road head on the way home as a preliminary. Instead, I rubbed him through his pants until he was nearly bursting, but refused to do anything else, even when he looked at me with those pleading eyes.

"No way, mister. I'm sore and satisfied." It was a good kind of sore, of course, and I knew Paul wouldn't "hurt" me if he fucked me. But, I thought this was just what he needed, like I'd gotten what I needed. He needed the humiliation of knowing some strange jerk got his girlfriend's pussy and he has to wait.

"Sorry, this pussy was someone else's tonight. You insisted. You can jerk it when we get home, I may lend a hand, but you aren't getting inside me, ANY part of me, understand?" I said firmly. I was actually enjoying this, knowing how much he needed the teasing even though he sometimes didn't even know it.

He silently agreed with a nod. When it was time, he shot his cum all the way up to his face he was so built up from it. I laughed that he had to wipe his face off like I had to with Frank (when he let me).

"See? This is what you are going to get from now on, when you just give my mouth or pussy away," I said with a shrug. I was eating it up, throwing it back to him like that.

"Guys love using your girlfriend to get off. There's going to be more....many more," I said, gauging his reaction. He was looking down, at the floor but he wasn't protesting. "I don't think we could or should stop this, it's too late, the toothpaste is out of the tube." His silence indicated his assent. Like I said, it was what we both needed. As I'd feared, or perhaps expected, I wasn't going to stop it, regardless.

{End of Part 2}