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You're sitting at the kitchen table, looking down at it with your hands folded in deep thought. Serj comes into the room and you haven't noticed.
"Hey, babe," he says, quietly.
You don't look up.
"Babe? Hellooo...." He walks behind your chair and brushes his fingers against the back of your neck, pulling your hair gently behind you and stroking it in his fingers. You quickly snap out of your trance.
"Baby.... hi," you jolt upright in your chair and turn your head, whipping your hair from his fingers. He walks around in front of you with a raised eyebrow.
"Everything okay, babe? You seem a bit off...." He pulls out the chair next to yours and sits beside you at the table. He brushes his fingers over his lips and looks at you, questionably.
You look at him quickly and then nervously scratch at your face and look away. "Yeah.... I'm fine." You know he doesn't believe you and thus begins the verbal diarrhea that starts to spill from your mouth.
"Actually, there's something I wanted to talk to you about, but uhh...." You scratch your wrist and pull on your fingers, anxiously, "I'm kind of scared to, because I don't want you to get mad...."
His expression quickly changes to concerned and he blinks at you a few times, not saying anything. There's a few seconds of silence and you cringe inside. You look down at the table and he finally speaks.
"Babe, what is it? You know you can talk to me about anything, why would I get mad?"
You look up briefly into his eyes, "Because, you're not gonna like it."
He inhales deep through his nose and then quietly laughs to try to ease some of the tension. "I might, you never know.... what's goin' on?"
You wait a few seconds and aren't sure what to do with your nervous hands and your fingers tap around on the table as you fumble your words out.
"Serj, I want you to watch me...."
He waits a bit before he speaks, assuming you were gonna add on to what you said. When you don't, he does it for you, "Watch youuu what?"
You scratch the back of your head and suck in through your teeth and then spill it.
"Get fucked by another guy." You almost choke on your own saliva and put the back of your hand to your mouth as you cough. You really have no idea how he is gonna take this and your anxiety is through the roof. As long as you could remember, there was always something incredibly hot to you about the thought of your man watching another man plow you in front of him. You didn't know why, but it was your kink.
He blinks and goes to speak, but all he can muster at first is an exhale through his dropped open mouth. He shakes his head quickly.
"Wha--- uhhh---" Both of his eyebrows are raised and he, too, scratches the back of his head while his other hand rests on the table between the two of you. "You want me.... to watch you fuck somebody else?" He's oddly calm and it seems like he's just more confused and taken aback than anything.
You flinch and close your eyes as you nod your head quickly.
He waits a second before he speaks.
"Why?" He laughs a bit. "Do I do it wrong or something?"
You rub your palms over your face and sigh. "Baby.... nobody in the world could fuck me the way that you do." You aren't kidding either. Serj is an incredible lover.
"Your cock is amazing, your body is incredible, your face is heavenly and you feel sooo fucking good when you're inside of me.... I just...." You look away. "It's just a kink I've always had and I can't ignore it anymore." You feel your cheeks flush and you look down at the table in front of you.
He squeezes his eyes shut and runs both his hands over his face. He leaves his hands up to massage his temples as he thinks.
"I.... I don't.... babe...." He grabs one of your hands, breaking it away from your other hand that it was entwined with. "You know I can't resist you and I wanna give you everything you want, but I.... this is.... this is weird.... give me a second here."
You swallow and clear your throat and can barely look at him. You can't believe you just told him this, but you really felt like you had to.
He licks his lips and exhales slowly, "So, is there somebody else that you're, like.... ya know?"
You spring up perfectly straight in your chair.
"No, no, no!" You shake your head quickly. "There's nobody else, it's not like that. I would never...."
He sighs, looking relieved. "So then who did you wanna.... ya know....?"
You speak quickly, to get it over with, "Daron."
Serj groans and puts an elbow on the table, rubbing his forehead. "I mean I guess that's better than it being some random dude, but babe, goddamn.... what the fuck?" He hisses through his teeth and exhales out of his mouth, continuing to massage his forehead.
You start to stand from your chair, "You are mad. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anythi--"
He grabs your arm, keeping you seated. "No, I'm not mad. It's just a lot coming at me here and I'm a bit caught off guard. Why Daron, any particular reason?"
You shake your head 'No'.
He licks his lips and then wipes them with his fingers.
"Okay. Whatever you want, babe."
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Serj opens the front door for Daron.
“Hey.” Daron looks at Serj as he slowly walks past him into the house.
Serj moves to close the door. “Hey.”
You’re sitting on the couch, nervously lacing your fingers together. You look up as Daron enters the room.
He smiles at you. “Hey, sweetie.”
You glance over at Serj and catch him glare at Daron. You get up from the couch and you and Daron make a kiss face in each other’s direction and brush your faces together.
Daron takes his sunglasses off and folds them closed. Serj walks into the room and pulls Daron aside.
“Listen….” He moves close to Daron, making sure he can hear him as he speaks quietly, yet sternly, “There’s a few things we need to make sure of here….”
Daron nods and listens.
“You are not rough with her, got it? If she tells you to stop, you stop.”
Daron nods again.
“And most importantly….” Serj grabs Daron by the shirt collar and moves closer to him. “You do not fucking cum inside of her, do you understand me?”
You palm your face, “Baby….”
Serj continues, “I fucking swear, if you—“
“Serj!”
Serj looks to you at the sound of his name and then back at Daron, steps back and releases Daron’s collar.
Serj exhales sharply through his nose and gives Daron a look.
Daron quietly laughs, “Bro…. I’ll take good care of her, I promise.”
Serj says nothing, just glares and watches Daron as he moves to go sit with you on the couch.
Daron takes his jacket off and sits down beside you. Serj follows behind and you get up and grab him by the hand, pulling him close. You stretch up to place a soft kiss on his lips. You glance down and can see his pulse in his neck. You kiss him gently on his throat and whisper in his ear, “Relax, baby. It’ll be okay….” You run a finger over his lips and purr, “You’re gonna like it….”
He groans quietly and you’re not sure if he’s getting aroused or if he’s still mad at Daron.
You sit back down next to Daron on the couch and Serj takes the chair opposite you, not taking his eyes off of either of you.
Daron takes his hat off and sets it on the coffee table. He gets comfortable again and folds his hands over his knees.
He smiles at you, “So, how do you wanna do this, sweetie?”
You move as close as you can next to him and look up into his eyes. You smile shyly and he gently lifts your chin with his finger.
“You’re very beautiful. Serj is lucky.”
You blush and look to Serj who you’re pretty sure didn’t appreciate Daron’s compliment as much as you did. You look back to Daron, into his eyes and then at his lips and he leans forward, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss.
He holds your chin up as he starts kissing you a bit deeper, but slowly and gently. The room is quiet and the sounds of your wet lips exploring each other’s fills your ears.
Over the sounds of you and Daron kissing, you hear Serj shift a bit in his chair and he exhales deeply through his nose. You don’t want to look at him yet, wanting him to get a bit more used to what’s going on in front of him first.
Daron moves his fingers from under your chin to the back of your neck, holding you still as he continues to kiss you deeply. You can’t resist moaning quietly into his mouth. You feel your cheeks flush a bit as you get nervous, not sure how Serj handled your noise.
You can hear him breathing quietly, but you still do not look at him.
Daron slowly breaks the kiss and drops his lips to your neck, gently kissing and licking your skin. You are pretty much forced now with your head in this position to glance at Serj. His fists are balled on each knee and you catch him swallow hard with his eyes closed. He opens his eyes and meets your gaze. Your eyes are a bit glassed over as Daron licks and sucks your neck.
You softly sigh in pleasure as he runs his lips over your jaw and moves his hands to the hem of your sweater. He slowly starts to roll it up your body and breaks the kiss as he passes it over your head and off of you. He glances down at your chest as he lays your sweater aside.
Your breasts are rising and falling with your deep breaths and are being cradled by a baby blue, silk push up bra. You already did pretty well for yourself with your breast size, but Serj loved the extra added volume the push up bras gave you.
Daron licks his lips and shakes his head. He whispers to you as he starts to close the gap between your lips again, “Serj is really, really lucky…..”
You begin to kiss again. Daron is very careful where he puts his hands. You kiss him deeply and grab one of his hands, pulling it to your breast. He groans and squeezes it gently. You hear Serj’s breath hitch and you’re afraid to look over at him.
Your tongue rolls against Daron’s and the sounds of your kissing makes your pussy tighten. You moan into his mouth for the second time and you hear Serj move in his chair. You’re hoping he isn’t getting up to belt Daron.
You reach down to squeeze the pronounced crotch of Daron’s jeans. He groans against your lips.
You fumble with the button and zipper of his jeans as you’re still deeply kissing. Both of his hands are gently squeezing your breasts through your bra.
You break the kiss and look to Serj. He’s shifting around in his chair and his face is flushed. His hands are still tightly balled into fists on his knees. You decide to shake up his cage a little bit.
You grab Daron’s hands and pull him with you into the corner of the couch. Your black leather mini skirt has pushed up around your thighs with your movement.
You lick your lips at Daron, “Wanna eat my pussy?”
Daron’s face flushes. You’re not sure if it’s in arousal or fear. Or both.
You open your legs a bit, revealing that you are not wearing any panties and raise an eyebrow at him. He swallows hard and moves to run his hands up your thighs under your skirt.
“Oh, no…. fuck, no….” Serj gets up from his chair and stands with one hand on his hip and the other palming his face. He groans and rubs the back of his neck.
“Babe….”
You look to Serj and press a finger over your lips to quiet him and then mouth for him to sit back down. He hesitates for a second, but then obeys your request and tensely sits back down in his chair.
You whisper to Daron, “I don’t think he’s okay with that….”
Daron pulls back a bit from touching you and looks to Serj. He laughs quietly, “Bro, share the wealth….”
Serj glares at Daron. You decide to de-escalate this little game you attempted and grab Daron’s shirt, pulling him down on top of you between your legs.
You whisper in his ear, “I think we’re only allowed to fuck…. and kiss, apparently….” You smirk toward Serj, who looks like he has relaxed a very tiny bit in his chair.
“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” Daron palms his crotch. His jeans are already unbuttoned and unzipped from your earlier efforts. He maneuvers his cock from his jeans and you open your legs a bit more for him. He kneels between your thighs, stroking his hard cock.
You glance over at Serj. His expression has changed a bit and he doesn’t look as tense. His eyes are dark with desire as he surveys your body in the position you’re in, skirt hiked up around your thighs and your ample breasts pushed tightly together in your bra as you’re sprawled out on the couch in front of him.
You reach down to rub your wet pussy. Your clit is throbbing under your finger. You moan quietly.
Daron runs a hand up the outside of your thigh as he continues to stroke himself near your entrance. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”
You look to Serj. You’re relieved to see that his hand has finally moved to his crotch and he’s slowly stroking himself through his pants. His dark eyes burn into yours.
You look back to Daron and lick your lips, nodding for him to take you.
He places a hand on your lower stomach and the hand you have on your pussy rubs faster as you feel him start to push into you.
You hiss through your teeth and catch Serj’s gaze. His hand momentarily stops on his crotch as he watches your pussy get opened and filled by Daron’s cock.
Daron stops for a second to let you adjust to him. “Are you okay, sweetie?”
“Mmhmm,” you moan quietly.
Daron grabs you under one knee, holding you open as he starts to slowly move in and out of you.
You lay your head back against the arm of the couch and start moaning consistently with his thrusts.
You look to Serj. He’s resumed palming his cock through his pants. His eyes are half closed and hazy as he watches you get fucked on the couch.
Daron leans forward and kisses your lips gently. He doesn’t falter his movements as he asks you where you want his cum to land when he’s ready. You instruct for him to cum on your stomach.
He kisses you again and grabs you under your other knee, holding your legs far apart as he starts to drive into you a bit harder and faster.
Your eyes close as your moans change to a loud grunt at the new thrusts and Serj moves to get up from the chair.
“Dude, you’re hurting her!”
Your eyes fly open. Daron stops his movements and freezes inside of you. You look to Serj, “Baby, he’s not. I’m fine….”
Serj slowly relaxes back into his chair and Daron’s head drops forward as he groans and resumes fucking you.
You get back into the feeling of his movements and rub your clit in sync with them. You look back to Serj who has resumed stroking himself and you hear him quietly moaning now as he watches your breasts move with Daron’s thrusts. Your orgasm is creeping up quickly.
You’re pretty sure Daron can tell.
“Cum whenever you’re ready, sweetheart…. you’re fuckin’ tight as fuck….”
His words and Serj’s soft moans push you over the edge and your pussy abruptly starts to squeeze Daron’s cock. Loud moans escape your throat as you cum hard, soaking the couch underneath you with your juices.
Daron moves his hands from under your knees to hold you down by your hips and fucks you a little harder.
“No wonder Serj is always taking lunch breaks to go home and fuck you,” he groans, pumping you faster. “Your pussy is exquisite…. fuck….”
In one quick motion, Daron pulls out of you and strokes his wet cock over your stomach. Hot liquid coats your skin and he groans as he shakes every last drop out onto your belly.
You look to Serj who is moaning quietly and looking absolutely pained.
You slide out from under Daron who then flops down onto the couch, spent, and drop to your knees in front of Serj’s chair.
You move between his legs and look up at him, sweetly. He ravels his fingers in your hair and holds you tight to his crotch as you practically rip his hard cock out of his pants.
He moans as you lick your lips and spit on his tip. Your fingers stroke his length.
“Fuck my throat, baby….” You whimper up at him and open your mouth wide around his cock. He guides himself deep into your mouth by the hair that’s knotted behind your head in his fingers.
“Babe…. fucking Christ….” He groans loud and pained as he holds your mouth to his cock, fucking your face hard and fast.
You cough a bit as he hits the back of your throat. Your hands hold onto his arms that are on either side of your face.
“Babe…. you’re gonna fucking get it…. fuck….”
You instinctively start to swallow as hot cum hits your tonsils and the back of your tongue. Your cheeks bulge like a chipmunk’s as Serj drains his cock into your stomach.
He pumps your mouth a few extra times, feeding you every drop he can and you pull back and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.
Your hair is a knotted mess and your face stings.
You stay on your knees and bury your face in Serj’s warm crotch. The smell of his skin, pants and cum make you high.
He sits with his head back in the chair and gently strokes your hair.
He lifts his head and looks to Daron on the couch, “Are you busy next weekend?”