Reunion

When Jasmine reached out to me to say she was back in town my stomach lurched.  Man was that a bad breakup.  The bitch cheated on me.  I had only talked to her once since the split up. She made a point of telling me she was omega now. I had told her that originally.  But it didn't sound like she was throwing it in my face. Honestly,  I don't know what her point was.

We met at the hotel restaurant to have drinks.  She was leaving the next day, had spent some time with a mutual friend.  It would be good for closure or something like that.

She was sitting in a booth in the corner sipping her fruity drink through a blue straw,  "Hey!"

"Hey, Jas. Good to see you." Her hair was it's own entity. Thick and long and with a mind of its own. She was so enthusiastic. She frequently was. Quick eye contact,  then eyes downcast, then contact again.  I made up my mind just then.  "Come sit with me, Jasmine."

She looked shocked. Mouth open but she had not words.  I teach over and slide her drink across the table and sip.

"I... I'm married these days.  It's going good."  I sip again and look her over.  Dusky skin, some sort of brown lace up shirt with a bit of cleavage showing.  She sees me check it out and smiles briefly then remembers the context.  "Happily married,  yep." Enthusiasm.

I don't speak, just look her full in the eye. Sip. Pregnant pause. I pat the seat next to me. Eyes downcast she moves.  The waitress comes so I order two more of the same drink.  Sip. I slide it over to her now but keep my hand on the glass. With a tremulous look she sips.

"You're mine."

"I'm MARRIED."

"Your words. You said it. Right?"

"Yeah but..."

"Did I ever say you were released? No. You.  Are.  Mine."

Her protest dies in the cradle. Eyes downcast she says, "Yes sir."

I lean in and smell her hair,  fruity. My lips ever so close to her ear I whisper, "rub my cock." The look of shock.  As if the two weren't acquainted.

She complies and I blouse out the tablecloth to cover her hand. A hand that cups my balls first, enjoying the heft. While she strokes my lengthening shift I lean back in. "Good girl."

The  waitress drops off the drinks and obligatorially asks if we want anything else. Just the drinks. I lean in again and make sure that Jasmine sees me looking down her shirt . She opens her mouth to say something and I cover it with a finger. "Mine.  I'll send you back to him my little Omega. Don't worry.  Hell, maybe this will help your relationship."  Her eyes plead with me but she won't speak while I'm speaking.  I broke her. Years ago. 

I unzip and she unfailingly fishes it out. I blouse the tablecloth again while she treads familiar ground.  I harden with every pulse and she works the shaft adroitly.  She looks me in the eye and her anger flashes hot and dark and she squeezes my shaft with all of her might and low in the back of my throat I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a moan. Then her infectious smile. She remembered.

The waitress arrives and sees only the meaningful looks passing between us. I put $50 on the table able and say thank you for everything. She takes it and turns to go.  Jasmine moves the tablecloth to reveal my erection as the waitress leaves  But timing it so the waitress won't see it. I think I get harder. I tuck it back in to my pants painfully and we make our way to the elevators up to her hotel room.

And the elevator I spent her to face the wall and push up against her my erection that had fled in the walking surges. I pulled her back from the wall just a little so I can cover her d-cup breasts with my hands and work the nipples. I drink in her moan.  The older couple on the elevator make noises but we ignore them, in the end we get an approving glance as they step off the elevator onto their floor. The door closes and we continue to ascend. Higher and higher. Once in her room I push her up against the wall again this time facing me and our tongues dart out making contact. The kiss deep and wet and passionate, tinged with a slight bit of it of... what? Anger?

She pulls back and breaks off the kiss. Eyes flashing angry again. "I'm so mad at you."

"Hey, fair is fair I say. You cheated on me.. "

"My marriage means a lot to me",  she says pleadingly.

"You're mine" I say again. I yank her shirt down-and-out to reveal those big beautiful breasts and begin to suckle. I've missed them.

"Please stop." I stand back up look her in the eye

"OK, OK. Out of respect for your marriage I won't fuck you." The look of unabashed gratitude makes me feel....odd but she knows me well enough to know that I'm not done.

She drops to her knees and puts her hands behind her back. I step back to appreciate the sight. The downcast eyes ever so briefly. The demure look. I undo my button and unzip my cock, throbbing to fullness.

Stepping towards her. "Give it a pretty little kiss," I say . And she does hands behind her back. I take my girthy cock in my hand and set it on her face and rub it around and long wiping motions so that it touches every inch of her face. Mine. I lift up and offer my balls and she comes in hot and wet.

GOD.

She licks all the way up to my tip, pops me in her mouth and begins to work it deep.

"Dammit, Jas I want to fuck you so bad."

"I'm SORRY." Between bobbing up and down on my shiny pussy pounder. "Just this. "

"Well if it's going to be just throat in going to do it right." She stops with half of it in her mouth and looks up at me. I push her up against the wall, her arms come out to grab wall, to keep her from falling over. The look of worry is delicious.  I grab her hands in mine tenderly.  This feels like the biggest sacrilege to her marriage yet.  I clamp down, our fingers interlaced,  she's not going anywhere.  With her head against the wall I push into her mouth again.  Deeper.  With her head pointed she can do nothing but let me as far down her throat as I want. And I want it all. I push it there and hold it.

Finally I relent and pull back and out admiring that thick throat saliva. Once again,  with her hands caught,  I wipe my cock all over her face.  Thick spit smearing her makeup.

She giggles.

I push it back into her mouth and pump long strokes down into her throat.  Mine!

She takes it like a champ. A champ with tears in their eyes.

When I cum and inject that hot seed down her throat our hands tighten again, tenderly.  She drinks it deep and then spits out my cock in order to visually,  and noisily,  suck off any bits of sperm from it. Somehow it becomes sensual.  She's taking care of me. Cleaning me up. Our hands still clasped.